In the middle of a night, one of those pitch black nights, he was there, under the light of an old damaged streetlight.
He was there, faking modesty, in the light.
He was there, thinking to be the lonliest person ever.
He was there, sure to carry on his back all the bad of this world.
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One of my idols, Dan Howell, was literally the last man on earth and I was the last woman, and he refused to be around me. Was I really that awful and childish of a seventeen year old?