He is broken. He is sick. He has no sanity. He is heartless. He is trouble. He has no guts. He is coward. He is far from Superman.
And I love every inches of it.
YOU ARE READING
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Aléatoire"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
