His face wasn’t good-looking anymore. Now, people start to spit on his face.
Come on! Anyone! Come…and spit on his face! He’s powerless; no more adherents will defend on him. His blood was already drying up. Dry as his bone.
Kick his ass! Slap his melancholic face! Don’t drop your tears on him.

Hey, beware! He begins to look at you.
So slow but it’s meaningfully.
My suggestion is…don’t look at him!
Because you’ll feel the emptiness of love you should have.
Stay away from him.


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