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maiden lane.

that word had so many meanings.

horror.

horror was one of them.

alex stood oddly still in front of the street sign, a bird perched ontop, chirping gleefully chirping at alex.

he felt empty. he was feeling so much but at the same time– he felt empty.

why was he there? standing in a place that made him sick to his stomach? he didnt know. perhaps it was to torture himself. did he deserve it? he didn't know. he... he knew. he just didnt want to admit it.

"i want to leave." alex whispered. he couldnt.

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