He is lonely,
he stands on a hill,
waiting for a sign
a sign of emotion,
to help him leave,
the crumby school he is in.
He has wierd parents,
parents who are so
personal, if anything is revealed
they both have two hemorrhages.
His life is grey,
blank like the night sky in a completely air polluted
city, He has some skills,
such as lying,
but other than that,
he has no talents.
He ran on a icy, slippery bridge,
just to get to his teachers house,
he stood on a freezing hill,
next to a crazy cannon.
He is quite illiterate,
yet, he likes to read,
his gaze is solid like a rock.
But in the end,
he just sits there,
like a recluse from everybody,
in the darkness...
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