war of shades

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he was the boy who drew human sticks on walls.
vandalised his name in capital letters on his desk. was the boy who got kicked out of swimming team. was the boy who sang war of hearts nonstop and said it was his favourite. he was the boy who was called on detention office countless times and hasn't still gotten suspended. he was always with his friends and laughed a lot than necessary. nobody saw how foggy his eye glasses can get when he laughs. nobody notices how he wipes his glasses with his dirty uniform nor did they notice that he doesn't wear them on tuesdays. he sat at the back of the room where the gloomy sun lays its melancholic rays. at the shade of the umbrella tree, at tree o'clock in the afternoon, on tuesdays when he doesn't wear his glasses. there and then he seemingly looked effortlessly... pretty.

flimsy brown