His parents loved him to a limit. Everyone loved him to a limit even when he could not love himself for the things he did. Until one day he realized every waking moment was an open air casket of light billowing with shallow ideals and copy pasted dreams so trivial he never once cried again for any other loss. He was alone. He has always been alone. Inside a box with such fine lines you'd have to lose your mind to grasp it well enough.

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