exile evans Biography

It feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.
I've fallen to my knees in agony and despair.
Screaming, crying, begging for mercy.
I just want someone to care.
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The sound of train whistles, far away yet persistent.

The smell of sweat and grime, pungent as always.
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'I don't want to wake up tomorrow.'

That thought always creeps back into my mind,
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