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Words.
They hurt.
There once was a man, a man who sought recognition and validation and a community to call home.
The man found one such community, and although he didn’t fit in perfectly, he was welcomed by its residents, and many friendships were made.
One day, the man noticed a leader of the community shunning him, curious, he reached out.
The leader loathed the man, spurned him and all that he did.
The man attempted to apologize to the leader, apologized for whatever he’d done to wrong him.
The leader ignored him, and walked away.
Later, the man would overhear the leader talking to the other leaders of the community, and many spiteful words were exchanged.
Ugly.
Garbage.
Unwelcome.
The man was beside himself with confusion and sorrow. He had finally found a place to call home, and here were it’s very leaders speaking ill of him and his efforts.
The man’s heart began to ache, and became wrapped tightly in both rage and sadness.
The man walked away from the community the following day, leaving many of his friends and peers confused, the man thanked them all for their time and love and gave many a shoutout of appreciation, even to the leader who scorned him.
The leader of course, turned away, ignoring this kind sendoff.
As the man walked away, the pain in his heart grew tremendously, he had abandoned a community he had called home, and had lost so many friends in doing so.
The man hated the leader, hated him so much, but also hated himself for his own weakness.
His mind trapped, the man grew increasingly insane, internalizing everything, wanting so desperately to go back to the community that loved him and that he had loved.
But it was too late.
The leader won, without ever having said a word to the man.
The insanity consumed the man, and he could do nothing but think back to that awful day.
His mind, forcing him to relive every event, every betrayal, the man grew paranoid, he began to doubt the sincerity of his former friends.
He began to distrust all of them, gripped by insanity.
Desperation to return grabbed at his heart, the man grew manic, dashing about from field to field, racing through the land, mixtures of rage and sadness and insanity dotting his every movement.
Eventually, the man found a cliff side, overlooking the ocean.
And.
Slowly.
Sat down upon the rock, debating whether to throw his now battered body and eroded mind into the churning depths below, or to simply sit and stare, out upon the deep, black waters beneath him.
…
Help.

Description
Words.
They hurt.
There once was a man, a man who sought recognition and validation and a community to call home.
The man found one such community, and although he didn’t fit in perfectly, he was welcomed by its residents, and many friendships were made.
One day, the man noticed a leader of the community shunning him, curious, he reached out.
The leader loathed the man, spurned him and all that he did.
The man attempted to apologize to the leader, apologized for whatever he’d done to wrong him.
The leader ignored him, and walked away.
Later, the man would overhear the leader talking to the other leaders of the community, and many spiteful words were exchanged.
Ugly.
Garbage.
Unwelcome.
The man was beside himself with confusion and sorrow. He had finally found a place to call home, and here were it’s very leaders speaking ill of him and his efforts.
The man’s heart began to ache, and became wrapped tightly in both rage and sadness.
The man walked away from the community the following day, leaving many of his friends and peers confused, the man thanked them all for their time and love and gave many a shoutout of appreciation, even to the leader who scorned him.
The leader of course, turned away, ignoring this kind sendoff.
As the man walked away, the pain in his heart grew tremendously, he had abandoned a community he had called home, and had lost so many friends in doing so.
The man hated the leader, hated him so much, but also hated himself for his own weakness.
His mind trapped, the man grew increasingly insane, internalizing everything, wanting so desperately to go back to the community that loved him and that he had loved.
But it was too late.
The leader won, without ever having said a word to the man.
The insanity consumed the man, and he could do nothing but think back to that awful day.
His mind, forcing him to relive every event, every betrayal, the man grew paranoid, he began to doubt the sincerity of his former friends.
He began to distrust all of them, gripped by insanity.
Desperation to return grabbed at his heart, the man grew manic, dashing about from field to field, racing through the land, mixtures of rage and sadness and insanity dotting his every movement.
Eventually, the man found a cliff side, overlooking the ocean.
And.
Slowly.
Sat down upon the rock, debating whether to throw his now battered body and eroded mind into the churning depths below, or to simply sit and stare, out upon the deep, black waters beneath him.
…
Help.