the last of the surviving race. the race that was tinted and full of blemishes. it has come down to a lonely survivor. he is all alone struggling within. friends have deserted him, knives have been thrown behind his back. he presses on. even as the clouds grew denser and the rain became to pour, he still snuggle into his cave and tear. The world seems to be a tougher place to live. many times this survivor felt giving up but the little voice next to him told him that he is not forgotten. he is not alone. where are you little voice? where are you dear friend.
lost and ashamed of his past. his actions. he cried. he teared before the many men that surrounds him in oblivion. please give me the smile that you have blessed me before so that I could bless others with. - thats what he prayed.
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