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Text: The boy was backed into a corner, gripping tightly the silken black hair on his head. "Pity?!" he screamed, "I don't need your pity, I don't need anybody's pity!" Tears fell down his snowy white skin, as he was tortured with the paranoia of his own mind. The non-existent jeering of his peers rang throughout his ears, like gunshots in the early dawn. Soon, he passed out, not being able to cope with the stress of the ungodly power that lay dormant inside him. Each paragraph will be a test.

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