I stand on the rooftop, the cold night air flowing through my body. The moon hidden behind the veil of the colourlessness of the clouds. I hear them below, shouting my name, pretending to care, pretending to care for a boy with a story to tell... Oh, and a gun...
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<<<so true ;)
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