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*His own existence*
His blinding vision.
His aching heart that's etched upon the wall
and seen reflecting in his dying eyes
Those searing words,
they cut deeper into him than any steel blade
that he ever took to his wrists.
Tattered and worn, sliced and burned.
The never healing invisible scars
that shall linger on till his nightmare is over.
Till he wakes from that sleep
and realizes that his nightmare is real
and it is him.
He is everything he hates,
Everything that he ever loathed and despised is his own
existence.
That he became exactly what they wanted him to be.
That he became exactly what he hated.
That he had become broken
and nothing would ever be able to fix him,
And with this knowledge from this dream
He ended the nightmare which was his life