Capítulo 45: Hardship (Short Poem)
Dumb little fool
Useless, dead tool
Growing up horrid in a world so cruel
Pain in the head
Trembling on the bed
Weak when you're fed
But you still...have no excuse...to turn
Hit, run, smash!
Slashed in the back
Blood seeping out and the skin ripping down
Bones uncovered, sticking out
Screams project aloud
Louder than the crowd
Don't...let it...win
He knows of the times
He knows of the times
He knows of the stumbles before the final climb
He plans by the day
Scares the fear away
He is here to stay
Never....forget....Him
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