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In The End
As my souls laid to rest
What is left of my body
Or am I just a shell
And I have fought
And with flesh and blood I've command an Army
Through it all I have given my heart for a moment of glory
In The End as you fade into the night
Woah oh oh
Who will tell the story of your life
Woah oh oh
And who will remember your last goodbye
WOAH OH
Cause in the end
And I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
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→|| Everything was black and hazy, Miquel had been knocked out the night before. By his boyfriend Scott. He had been late back from his classes at Uni the night before and Scott had gotten upset. Scott said it had totally ruined his plans for them for the night. Miquel had opened his eyes to find himself on the floor in the kitchen, his face sore and sticky with his blood. It had dripped from his mouth and made a pool the size of a dinner plate on the floor. He groaned and pulled himself up with the help of the counter that was nearby. That was when he heard the sound of Scott's boots coming down the hallway. "Make sure you clean this up, Miquel. We still haven't finished our conversation about last night." He said as he came over to the small boy and examined his bruised and bloody face. "Yes Scott." Miquel mumbled. Scott kissed the boy roughly on the mouth and Miquel yelped a bit. Scott turned to leave, wiping Miquel's blood from his mouth and walked out the door. The small, 5'8 boy slowly made his way to the bathroom so that he could shower and clean himself up before cleaning up the scene in the bathroom. It hurt for him to take his clothes off, everything was sore and his body and arms were black and blue. He turned on the shower after he had undressed and waited for it to heat up before stepping in and just standing in the water. ||←
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→|| Everything was black and hazy, Miquel had been knocked out the night before. By his boyfriend Scott. He had been late back from his classes at Uni the night before and Scott had gotten upset. Scott said it had totally ruined his plans for them for the night. Miquel had opened his eyes to find himself on the floor in the kitchen, his face sore and sticky with his blood. It had dripped from his mouth and made a pool the size of a dinner plate on the floor. He groaned and pulled himself up with the help of the counter that was nearby. That was when he heard the sound of Scott's boots coming down the hallway. "Make sure you clean this up, Miquel. We still haven't finished our conversation about last night." He said as he came over to the small boy and examined his bruised and bloody face. "Yes Scott." Miquel mumbled. Scott kissed the boy roughly on the mouth and Miquel yelped a bit. Scott turned to leave, wiping Miquel's blood from his mouth and walked out the door. The small, 5'8 boy slowly made his way to the bathroom so that he could shower and clean himself up before cleaning up the scene in the bathroom. It hurt for him to take his clothes off, everything was sore and his body and arms were black and blue. He turned on the shower after he had undressed and waited for it to heat up before stepping in and just standing in the water. ||←
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