langst one-shots

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A young cuban boy ran out to the sea

He smiled at the stars and spoke with a flare

"Oh stars, please let me be free!"

The stars never replied which he found wasn't fair

Had he done something wrong so they wouldn't reply?

The boy wasn't rude or mean to others

As he was always first to cry

Never did he miss saying 'hi' to all his friend's mothers

It wasn't like he was a bad kid

He did everything right and never once did fail

The young cuban boy had nothing he hid

He felt as though being young made him frail

So he grew older

Into a young man with a mission

After all, there's no one there to look over his shoulder

He felt alone with no recognition

He felt used, unappreciated and unneeded

So he distanced himself from his peers

'This will help' he thought as he receded

Away he went, from all his worries and fears

The young cuban boy had turned into an older red paladin

Still enamored with the stars