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He waits. He watches.

He coughs.

He smiles.

His voice, though hoarse, is loud and brave.

His eyes ask a question.

He yells.

He doesn't care what they think.

He is not depressed.

He is sad.

For the people he didn't save.

For the people he couldn't save.

For his family.

For everyone.

Everyone had a sadness inside.

One blow can bring down a card tower.

He was only a card.

Toppling down.

Fluttering away in the breeze.

Falling to the ground.

Nobody would pick him up.

But they did.

But only to blow him away.

His head ached.

He sat down.

On the edge of the tower.

Not quite willing himself to fall.

He is stronger than that.

He hopes he is.

But lies.

Like pennies.

Dropped.

Now, worthless.

Corroded.

Junk.