Brutal Youth
hunting wabbits
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Some images you just can't shake no matter how hard you try.
Some lives can't be saved despite the pleas that you make, no matter how much you cry.
Grabbed tight by the neck and swung hard into pavement, teeth rinsed from the head by blood washed up the windpipe.
Bloody sockets housing cold dead eyes.
Those cold, dead eyes.
I swore that I'd never forgive you for those eyes.