His shirt is torn along the edges of his name, and his pants had holes along the knee and shin areas. His sneakers looked really worn as if running for miles and miles, and the ones to come. But the one thing that barely aged or changed over time was the expression of guilt, sadness, and loneliness scarred on his face. He thinks he had disappeared for good, but one has been watching. Testing to see if he truly was the one before the others had. The founder of rebellion, clothes of the admired.
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