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✦ The handsome man looked annoying in his black suit. He looked as imperious as the owner of this city, even though he was just an official. He seemed to have a lot of power here, and he casually treated a child as well as a woman very evilly. Either he's having a lot of trouble or whatever, but I don't care. Supposedly, if he had a lot of problems, he should be able to solve them wisely, instead of venting it all to innocent people.

✦ He has the title of Mafia most feared by the other mafia. He was very cruel and never looked at who he would kill, be it a man or a woman or even a child if he wanted to kill. He often gouged the eyes of the victim and then he made it as a memory and kept in a special place. Sometimes, he forgives someone, but that person betrays him, so he doesn't forgive them. He, replying to all the actions of the person by killing him slowly, skinned the victim continuously so that the victim asked for his own death.

✦ Actually, he also had an excellent nature, but it was all covered by his bad attitude. He often helped the economy of orphanages throughout his city, people didn't know that it was all he donated, because he didn't want to tell them. He just wants others to know the bad side, not the good side. I don't know what he had in mind so he could think of something like that.

ㅤIn the beauty of a life, there are various obstacles that we must face to solve it. Whether it's with a cool head or with emotion alone. We need to be able to control those emotions. I, a very emotional person found with a meek female figure, allowed me to control my emotions. I'm so grateful how I was able to make her my lover, somehow I was able to explain how much I loved her, how much I loved her. I really hope we can be reunited in the next life as two people who complement each other's shortcomings.

ㅤI don't know what kind of conversation I want to talk about, all I know is that I love her so much. Her figure is so perfect in my eyes, sometimes I wonder why I can be met with this perfect woman. Lord, if I could ask you, I would like to live with her forever. But I realized that everything was just a fantasy that could not be made a reality. The perfect woman doesn't seem to deserve this bastard man like me. I'm tired if I'm ignored by my family, I want to give up. But I remember that I wasn't a loser.

ㅤ Silentness almost mastered him, lonely eyes signified a yearning that had never been treated. Supported by a moist camera magnifies a part of his locality such a deserted and chalkly. The intensity of brightness never succeeds in diverting its lonesome sojourns, his instinct naturally give an instructions to signaling the sovereign, but a dirty environment demands that the master gives his psyche to our macrocosm. Bigheartedly he decided to not live within existence that a series of himself actualized into an eccentric story. His icy-heart was made the main character balance in the Loneliest Man's story accompanied by a light burlesque.

Darkness struck the wind and passed through his still lingering psyche, interpreting every ugliness thing here. A dangerous atmosphere in trying to attack its sovereignty, his most guarded aspect threatened to disappear. Much of the horizon conveyed their compassion through fantasy illustrations, implied their wishful thinking to help the guy out of the darkest shadow of his life. The long-standing memories contained in each stanze records of himself it's like wielding a sword itself for the heart, he misses his old-figure.

The essence in his life is too few until motivation disappeared from his sight. Too much correlation with solitude when circumstances are completely immersed in misery. His misty-eyed like the wind's sleeping with a handful of box things in his hand, there is no more beautiful memory than seeing the meridiem ante meet the sunset when drowning the subconscious.