i saw the eyes of a child looking back at me. i kind of feel cold. i kind of feel like a heartless beast. too bad you are not a child anymore. but i understand... i have been that scared too. (i was trying to find the best time to tell you the whole story. the beatings, the loneliness, the crazy...)
the stern face is for the weight of that armor resting on your shoulders and the miles i watched you walk away.
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