Loneliness
Don't make me strong enough to live alone. Once when you miss me, its not necessarily that I've to feel that.
Pseudo-boyfriend
he is rounding on the stage high on acrobats and juggling he saw her in the cheerful crowd under her loud laughter he sensed her pain of nothingness in his unicycle, he flows to her she giggled at the colors of his face his joking gestures were goofy forgetting her agony, she held the hands of the bystanders his teary eyes behind the shadow face was illuminant with hope but the show was getting over she walked away with the bystanders the joker of the circus was still, on the stage giggling and melting pseudo-boyfriend was dying inside
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