Who would even dare to question the damn feeling of a lost boy who doesn't really know what to do next after accidentally breaking the beloved frame of hope?
Who would even care to ease the pain of uncertainty of a flying scholar who doesn't even know where to land next?
Who would have even spend enough time to listen to the lost story of woes depicting a knight who has lost his armor while battling hard up to the dregs of his strength?
Who would even care to cook for a starving soul, hungry for a love that has been unleashed a thousand ages ago?
Who would admire a captured picture soaked by the rain falling from the eyes of a lover who doesn't even know how to go home?
Who would desire to take the chance of playing the master of a mare taken at odds with much burden and a cold-blooded insanity?
Who would stand the fight between reason and emotion if the two throws away arguments not really contradicting each other?
Who would even listen to a music ruined by the false hopes of musical greatness and song-writer catastrophes?
Who would even look at a dying lad grasping and asking to breath through a love-filled tank?
Who would...
Last Breath...
Death.
Peace
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