The difference between a boy and a man is one of seasons.
A boy reacts to them. A man anticipates them. A boy gets excited if the season is good, he sulks if the season is a let down. A man knows what the season will be like. He is never taken by surprise.
It's autumn stepping in. The riverbanks are white with the kaansh flowers.
Am I boy or a man?
Either ways I am not going down.
It's never endgame.
Never.
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