The little man was born that offended with his folly.
Nobody needed him, nobody wanted him.
The gloomy stranger.
He was crying when he saw the truth.
He was crying all the time.
But he kept the tears inside him because he wasn’t able to guess the people.
He has never understood them.
He hasn't comprehended that nobody understands what he understands.
He didn't know why they judged him.
He was laughing naively when he was being pushed around and beaten.
He laughed and didn't even drop a tear!
Youth was gone.
And he also understood the people!
Having got scared, he ran away.
It was said, 'it's even good that he hang himself because he had suffered all his life long'.
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