His jacket seemingly fell off of his shoulders onto the floor. He looked like a small animal: beaten, downtrodden, and frantic. His doleful eyes looked dim in the fluorescent lighting. A poetic pity showered upon him like a summer rain. Nothing could be done except to hold him- to show him that he was still deserving of love. He had been broken by a life that was not exceptionally difficult. Yet, he was still scared like the little boy he once was.
(Inspired by HEM's My Father's Waltz )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fiV4CR5f1I
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