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I saw him. A guy with platinum hair like the animated guys I watch all the time. He was puking on the sidewalk, hunched in tired heaving of his guts. It was yellowish and disgusting but I kept watching, standing a meter away from him. Mainly because he looked sad and pathetic; I thrive off that feeling. He turned his head towards me but he just looked right through. His eyes were varnish glazed and possibly thinking that the goth midget he sees was just a fragment of his haze and drugs. Platinum guy stood straight-or as straight as a drunk guy can- and staggered towards me. If I was normal girl I would’ve known to run away, scared for my life as a high as schist guys walks towards me with a murder look. He was swaying side to side until he stopped right in front of me, his eyes lifeless. Then he dropped dead, unmoving and tangled. It was a beautiful sight.
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