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curled up in the corner of the room with beams of dusted light,
they move across with time so slight,
looking at their brightness on the wall,
with pupils growing from large black holes to small,
taking a breath his mind imagines the horrors he saw,
not getting better but only seeing more,
swirls of anger again in his accusing stare,
nothing left to have and nothing to care,
blaming everything on the way he was thrown out of the world,
thinking more getting scared he again curled,
his feelings shattered with more to grow,
because he was a man first elected to leave that fucking reality tv show.