Ignore the author's note at the bottom of next chapter. I wrote that because this and the previous chapter didn't want to upload. Well, this one never did but I decided to rewrite it anyway. It's a crap poem but I need filler to get to the next book.
Low-Key crying because of the Solitary Hide and Seek Master music video. (Parody of Solitary hide and seek envy)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fIqQH7I3xuQ
Forgive English, I am Russia.
Where did You energetic little Red go?
Oh, that's right.
He became the champion
Spending all his time
Battling
Battling
Battling
His eyes?
Once lovely and flaring woth dtermination.
Now dull and lifeless.
His mouth?
Once A peppy, confidentially smile.
Now a permanent emotionless frown.
His emotions?
Once loving, determined, confident, kind, and everything a girl could ask for
Now he has none.
He's emotionless.
A doll
A tool
A puppet.
It was as if
He sold
His soul
To become
Champion
That's why
you can't
love
him
anymore
Red is dead
A soulless doll took his place
And you don't love
Anyone who can't love you back.
Sorry this is so bad.
Motto motto.....
Rattatta....
~Eva