Isolated Silver Spoon
The great son of the CEO, the heir of the biggest company, the looks that all women were searching for: are what I am famous for. The luxurious scent, classy suits and ties, and shiny Lamborghini (I also have red and black matte).
I'm with the birds flying up in the sky. Living in these soft white clouds, I'm friends with the rain. If you'll study the last two sentences in an English Class, probably you will say I'm on the top with high achievements and a very successful man but don't take it like that, think of it literally without digging your deep thoughts.
I live above but i'm not a god. A man who eats and drink like you, I'm a human after all, a human. But I call myself UN-HUMAN-ABLE, can you imagine a human that is allergic to human? Well that's me! People feel envy about me, having fortune and though I'm a having a really great life. I should be the one who envy people living below as a normal person, socialising and having fun. If I touch you, I'll die slowly, my looks will be covered by scary lumps, no one will recognise me.
I never had any friends except to my bed, books and now you. No one else knows about my condition cause if the media knew, our company will go down. I can't even hug my parents. Books make me feel I'm loved, I can go to different places and worlds, adventure to romance, action to drama, everything, I feel like I'm living. Tears start flowing from my eyes, when will I ever touch the soil and walk barefoot with a friend while raining?
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