The Next Lord Of The Central City.
" Tony says as he enters the living room. His long hair already styled into his normal man bun. He calls me cutie because he thought it was cute. Sometimes people judge too fast, because how would he call a depressed soul such as mine, 'cute'?
"Okay." The only most polite word I could have though of, popped out of my mouth and I accompany it with a pathetic smile. Smiling was never a thing that was part of me. My body is like a soft, delicate skin and smiles were deadly and poisonous needles. The more I smiled, the more the needles pierce through my skin. There was no other remedy other than to avoid them because, what was the use of smiling anyway? When your life was already condemned and r
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