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his mind works strange, not how its intended to work his handwriting changes, leaving him in a state of daze, and often, he is vacant in his own body a small, useless shell surrendering to the god-awful feeling of not being able to do anything, inside of that shell, lies a scared, little boy, who likes to detach but only when it hurts too bad his mind is strange

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