Boo Seungkwan lived well,
Despite his sad and trashy life,
He lived well,
Despite the hopelessness of living,
He lived well,
Despite the absence of being needed,
He lived well,
But I saw the dead soul in his eyes,
He wants to live his life,
He wants to have a purpose of living,
He wanted to be needed,
To be loved,
And I wanted to be that person,
Who can love him,
Who can give him hope to live,
Who can give him the comfort he wants,
To give him all the attention,
Would he let me?
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TRASH | Boo Seungkwan |
FanfictionA story of a boy who works as someone who picks up the trash. |Boo Seungkwan short fanfic|
