I grabbed a near by torch and lit up the clothes on the body, black smoke pouring out and fogging the air. His nerves twitched and jerked but his head remained still. His body reeked and the smoke started turning colors, replacing the black with a constint changing rainbow. "Finally," I said and put the head in a bag, liting it up as well.
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Tears drip down my face
I curse with anger
At only myself
I want to be free
To live another life
I hate myself
For being what I am
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