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I’m cold and broken. I’m searching for a home. I’ve been walking for days now, And just as the thought of giving up crosses my mind, I start to run. And as I start to run, I count the broken beating of my heart. I let rivers pour from my hazel eyes, and scream until my lungs give in. I let the cold, sloshing raindrops pelt my face, and soak my clothes. I run until my feet are blistered, and my muscles ache, Even though I already know, that no matter how far I force myself to go, I’ll never find a home. I claw at my flesh, until the dark, liquid rubies finally swarm my arms, And submerge my bleeding wrists into the acid-like river of betrayal. I hold them there, and scream out in agony, allowing my body to tremble, as I finally accept defeat. When I pull my pulverized arms from the river of hell, I lie on my back, and close my eyes. I forget about my pointless mission, because at that point, I already know that I don’t belong anywhere, and that I’m neither wanted or needed by anyone. I lie there by the river, and beg the devil to take me away. I plead with him to bring me to his home, and to keep me there to stay. After all... Isn’t Hell the place everyone is sent, if they’re everything but perfect, like me? Isn’t Hell the land in which most troubled, hate-filled outcasts are banished to, in the afterlife? Just like me... Maybe I do belong there. Please, Lucifer-- Answer my prayer... Take me away from this awful place, And don’t ever turn me away.