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He, is not a series of bright crown petals that adorn the hard edges of asphalt with dust blast. He was not a cluster of bright clouds that danced on the jets of the morning sun song and he was not a beautiful, glittering shearer who glared at every sighting eye. Maybe for some people, no one will ever be able to understand it like me. To me, he is someone I can understand and understand without having to say. He and his mind are not a complicated thing to solve and even this has become my daily fascination as a compelling opium.

He is someone different from the reality that goes side by side next to him. They will never know. They will just look at it just like the air that will only pass by without a shadow. He placed a warm, wide smile in every corner of the vision room but not in his heart. He exhibits all his perseverance and perseverance in every word he utters but not in his thoughts. His most undeniable skill is to do every action he does for them without showing any smudges. They smile, they laugh, they do not know.

He has the greatest weakness of being the strongest of them. Strongest in every way and trying to live up to a stage he never played before. However, his efforts now put him in a position that can never be pulled back. His efforts instilled confidence in his subconscious to never say anything unfavorable to them. It is a sweet carving that gives the color of the air void they hear. But deeper than that, she felt hmm, not tormented, maybe depressed. Yes, more precise depression I guess.

He is not a golden heart or as strong as steel. He is just a piece of paper that can be crushed instantly. Funnily enough, he can present the paper as a clay pot that can be shaped at will as they wish.

Some of them began to understand her a bit, she knew. However, sometimes he just wants to run as hard as he can to avoid them. He does not blame them. They are not the problem but what is in them. His weakness he never showed made the only thing that tied him into piercing his flesh and made him one with him, his body. I want to hold his hand when he runs and bring it into my tranquility. Unfortunately, I can not. Watching it closely through the big glass and seeing it grow and expand is enough to make me show off my front teeth to realize that reflection is a reflection.