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A fragile boy lays on his baby blue duvet, small sobs and broken whimpers emitting from his lavender lips. He thinks to himself in the deafening silence of his small, quaint home. He comes to a conclusion, hugging a soft, lacy blanket to himself. His dreams crushed, his hopes stomped on. All that's left is a sliver of imagination and depressing unrequitedness. Why must this happen? He comes to a conclusion, and right where he lays he loses himself all over again. A broken love, imagination left to the darkest of thoughts. Again, he thinks. This time more depressive, more lonely. He postpones calling his dear mates, his only advocates. He thinks again. Again and again and again. His careful mind spinning in circles. Careful, yes, but not of himself. Cautious of others, those beasts of hell. He doesn't want to get up. Lavender lips produce rose-soft cries. Thorny and cracked whimpers added to the list of his least favorite things. His not-so-calm hands clench around a small torn up bear. A gift to fit his nickname. He now dislikes his real one. ~delicately broken~