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â Â Â Â â Iâm so tired. â
â    Thereâs a thousand tons of emotions and not enough of strength on his shoulders to carry everything. Heâs done with hiding everything with a smile made of shattered glass pulled together with super glue and beating himself up over something he canât fix. >
â Â Â Â But Joker tries.
â Â Â Â He doesnât have the willpower to say the truth to his family, to say itâs all futile, but he pulls at their chains with the delicacy of mortician when theyâre not looking.
â Â Â Â â Are ye happy here, Peter? â
âHm? What are you going on about?â
Words cut though the silence of the crisp summers night, when the two siblings were left alone finishing up small details to the nearly completed performing area. Words were spoken strange, almost as strange as the struggling, saddening, truth that belonged to their strong leader figure that gives them each their order. Including the dirty blonde male with the quick tongue. âIf youâre asking about being the one on tent duty, I donât mind it that much.â Tiny hands finished putting up the final knot to hold the safety tent in place for the morning after for the new recruits practice time.
Despite the simple answer that lingered in the air, the changing aura of the room stayed in place. It brought discomfort. Making it feel hard for the boy to breath and form the words that loomed over him for sometime now. He knew what Joker had meant, but it would felt out of place if he were to speak up at this point. Only Sharpening the knives that were already lunged into his throat and heart, to say the least..
âHow about you? Upset that after all day of traveling, you donât get to sleep in your nice comfy bed?â
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