Preface

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Everyone sees him as the confident one, popular and lucky, but I see the brave boy, underneath all the layers, hurting, and all alone.

As I am standing behind him, watching him expose himself to his biggest fear, I see the boy underneath the scar, no parents to support him, no siblings to turn to. He hides it so well, but I can see that deep down, he isn't happy. I see him every day, watching others, and wishing he could be like them. He has no one, no one but me.

The boy who lived, The chosen one, The boy who is all alone.

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