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...That lad with sinkhole eyes. Don’t you realize? He’s given up on ever finding someone as sharp, clever, beautiful and blinding as the one once his sun. The empty smile, you ask? Just a mask. Would be quite rude to show a dark and hollow soul, no? The drooping shoulders? Oh, just the weight of the boulders he’s been pushing up since then. What kind? Same as every other man. Carved from regret, I bet
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
Every other man
...That lad with sinkhole eyes. Don’t you realize? He’s given up on ever finding someone as sharp, clever, beautiful and blinding as the one once his sun. The empty smile, you ask? Just a mask. Would be quite rude to show a dark and hollow soul, no? The drooping shoulders? Oh, just the weight of the boulders he’s been pushing up since then. What kind? Same as every other man. Carved from regret, I bet
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
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