There was always such pain in his eyes; raw and honest, like the boy himself. Such anger, such hatred. He was trapped in an endless cycle of self-depreciation, self-loathing and pure, endless pain.

His mind contained an entire universe. No longer a boy but not fully a man, he had already seen more than most and he was aware of his own intelligence. Yet still, he was nothing; worthless, unwanted, wrong.

He was blind to his own brilliance. He wanted the world to stop.

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