Burdens of the hated
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Lucien Tealstone. A anti-social, cynical genius that helps people in his own way. By making others hate him so much that they have a common goal to do. What seems like the impossible, such as tampering with emotions, destroying logic and ignoring reason is nothing for him. Locking up his emotions behind this farce he calls a mask, what happens when the emotions over flood and his mask cracks? He'll acknowledge the pain...
This is based off a true story after someone I met in a tournament and we started to hang out. I hope if there's any people reading this story, I hope that they'll try to stop malicious bullying at least. This kind of shit hurts people, inside their heart.
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