He was running from reality.what
Kept his head up; prevent from tearing.
Broken inside; happiness put aside.
That tiny smile is mirroring mine: empty.
I want to feel bad for him but can't.
Things just went as planned before.
My negotiator is a penguin.the heck was I thinking
He's not a saint nor devil.
Just reasoning in effective yet troublesome way. (not fun!)
Maybe I have to reform him, so...
*disturbing doodle*
...class X me had a few screws loose :/
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