CARAMEL

His life was a chain of predictable changes. However, direction matters.  Adding a bit of caramel to the chaos and suppression anecdote formed the charismatic city where he stayed idle, homeless, and somehow contented.

At seven, he became addicted to caramel, his mother told the school teacher pointing at his neck.  Awkward, thus uneven personality, constantly infusing his temper.

No way novice professional abandoning drivers’ seat; he cries. Hell, nothing but a deemed illusion of rooted scars.

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