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I remember that kid and the snot that would run from his nose. He stayed without but saw nothing but fun in the world At least that is how he left the house, how he came back would be a different story. The world saw the wonder in his eyes.
And they were destined to take it away from him.
He grew old and angry, the queit kind. The one that makes you hate on your enemies in secret.
Then I saw him on the news, no remorse and no fallback. And he still had that look in his eye, like there was more to be done and not enough time to do it. He had passion, the wrong kind.
It made him turn away from famiiy and friends and from a future that could have been.
