"Good guy
preferred darkness of solitude over being with jerks. A man of his word, he
stayed. He honestly told the fellows what he felt. But none of them assumed.
And his trust, they betrayed. Thus, they mocked and played. Leaving him no
choice, stupid mates. Well, the clan he left, no attention payed, smelling
those salvation perfumes, sharping his blade.
Good
guy still not learning how to say 'No'. Still confusing between who's using him
and who's a friend. According to him, dignity is a major issue. He wished if
only he could filter the entourage, keep the magic pills and throw the damn
parasites. Now, he has to either give them all away or deal with every case
among the sick morons. He was familiar with the whole concept "Life's
hard", but this is what bothered him the most."
_Richard Mo'
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