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Desperation is beyond the will, to give away, to get caught. The whole cockiness comes from within, either to tear oneself beyond repair or to shun incoherent noises reappearing without interruptions. Timid, tragic, greenhorn soul, wherever it goes, suffered.

Sullen plot with twisted deformed delusional character, a young protagonist, neither found in classes nor take aid from anyone else. Despise community work, social structure, wealth and perks comes with power. Hungry for existence yet no where near living thing. Empathetic towards mare but not towards pawnshop lady, greedy pawnshop owner.

He killed and crime is committed.

Such an unbearable plot to continue, for Prince he is so gay in his decision making, and yes an IDIOT! Such title suiting him perfectly. I wish it ends where it has never started, and he finally make his peace with existence. Like an Idiot would never do.

Urrh, what a pain. There is no clarity in writing, felt like a sentence is been dragged to paragraphs and then to pages. Few passages makes little to no sense, and whatever looks sensible is meager ordinary in philosophical introspect. Such a dim read.

"Find out whether the perceiving of this world coming from a necessity of your being. It will either fall away from you or will grow strong". The hour of the star, whenever occurred it arrives without an invitation. Acting as you are, writing as you are not but you will be in that hour, its arrival is superficial. To act is to live, an act of livelihood is to write.

How young vulnerable heart falls for unknowns hands and if only there is a timid chance to acquire queer yet promising acquaintances it delves, rejoice, perhaps for unknown reasons, perhaps out of loneliness, perhaps it seeks attention, perhaps it needs some attention.

A young boy, a very young girl, he falls, she falls for another, its a tell where each boy can relate, its a tell each boy lived once and died!