And then the silence of the room struck down on the boy.
He realized he had masked himself as a man.
And a boy who fell in love is no better than a fool who robbed the poor.
It's disgusting.
And whether we admit to ourselves or not.
None of us are men, truly.
We're all expendable. Easily replaced.
Find another me.
Make him laugh and feel special.
Stand up for him. Make him feel worth it. Love him..
I promise that's all he'll want.
It's all I ever did.