Sad ☹ [mgc + lrh]

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Life of Michael

The blue-haired boy was looking for something. A cigarette. Or a razor. But maybe it was both that he needed to ease his sorrows. But he didn't find any. He opened a cabinet and a drawer, nothing of it to be found. He sat on the floor, his knees to his chest, crying. His whole world seemed to be collapsin over him and there was no one to hold onto.

He was just so sad.