And now the floodgates cannot hold"
As a kid he was like most others, maybe better.
Get up, go to school, be the ideal student - the good friend, come back, do the homework, rush off to play, come back, watch TV and sleep. And then he grew up. And he grew up to be this man sans ideals. He grew up to be a fake. He grew up to be someone even he didn't want to be.
He missed his childhood. But they said he had a great life. And then he fell. And then he died.
His childhood misses him now.
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