i make my way through the market, my eyes scanning the place, avoiding looking at anybody when i see you sitting there again, selling your poor accessories. I dont know why I even care, but something about you want me to help you, but i never could get any closer. I casually walk past you again, dropping some coins again. I know you have many siblings and a sick mother. I learned many things about you over the past few weeks. That look on your face when you can't believe your luck, is so cute
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