Chad

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he wears his sorry crown upon his head smothered in loneliness, shadows fallow him seeping through the wood, he swears theyre real but nobody listens, nobody ever listens to him, at least in his own eyes nobody is listening, he wants to make a friend a good friend many chams have good friends right? but sooner or later every cham realizes he's just a nut job, so for now may the shadows carry him on for eternity.