Azeroth stood on a tall breezy mountain . His hair in his face and the wind blowing endlessly . He couldn't stand the breezing weather . His face was chilled , calm , into the zone . He didn't find happiness never in his life could he experience something happy . He thought everyone lied , hurt him . He didn't have a family in fact his family was killed by thieves . Scared to live anymore he wanted to jump from all his problems . His issues couldn ' t be solved by the doctors . They just said something cruel . . ` Oh my this boy must be put in a Mental Hospital . ` , or ` He isn't sane . `, There was no god who would save him he just wanted to die with the wind . Maybe he should . He took a few steps onto hells gates . Ready to jump off he stared down With a cold emotionless stare .
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