~His Past~ OC backstory
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You see, my dad isn't a very nice person, Mom says he used to be kind, but after they got married he slowly became cold and distant, when I was born things got worse... He would treat me as if I were expendable, as if I was just a peice of paper, I'm made, I'm used, and then I'm thrown away... I was so young and innocent back then... I had no idea how cruel people really were...
WARRNING : Mentions of abuse and death!
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