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This is a story about a young man, who wore his heart on his sleeve and blood on his hands. Eighteen years old, smart as can be, but a foolish side he had. You see this young man had fallen madly in love. His life revolved around her there was nothing above. But he found out one day he was number two, I don’t mean he was the shit, her feelings weren’t true. This young man was broken, holding back tears choking. He tried to figure out what he had to do, for her to evaporate and make him number two. But he went way to far, following her car. To him he was still number one and losing was to hard. Little did he know, there could’ve been a chance, if he just gave it time he could’ve been her man. But he pushed her away, more & more every day. Punching walls and hurting himself just simply wasn’t the way. Three months pass, all the same thing, he thought she was he queen but she had found a new king. A silent attack and all was gone, a new man now sat on his throne.