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Hurt

I laid on the bed of the boy's dorms, incapable of moving a muscle.

Everything was hurting so bad.

From the blisters on my feet, to the bruises on my knees from dancing, the ones on my stomach from vocal practice with the manager and the ones constellating my body from malnutrition.

I know I look like shit.

My hair has thined out, my skin is pale, my bones are showing, my cheeks are shallowed and I have dark blue bags under my eyes.

Lately I haven't been able to concentrate on anything.

My eyes just wonder on the ceiling aimlessly.

I can't even eat anything anymore, I think my weight dropped to 56 kg the last inspection.

I don't remeber though.

Ever since graduation I've been training full time, though I'll be starting college in not to long.

I hit accepted in the Seoul Institution of Performing the Arts as a music magic.

I've been a trainee for four years now, time sure goes by fast...

I turn to my side, eyeing the rows of bunkbeds that lined the walls of the small room.

Cuddling my pillow between my arms.

I don't want to go to practice anymore.

Ever since the manager slapped me, I haven't seen him the same way as before.

He scares me.

I really don't know how far he'll go.

I should practice harder so he dosen't have to loose his time on punishing me on things I've done.

A/N:

*constalty refreshing the YouTube feed for the fucking comeback to drop*