He seemed no different from the rest, just a healthy normal boy. His mama always did her best and he was daddy's pride and joy. He learned to walk and talk on time but never cared much to be held. And steadily he would decline into his solitary shell. As a boy he was considered somewhat odd, kept to himself most of the time. He would daydream in and out of his own world, but in every other way he was fine. He struggled to get through his day. He was helplessly behind. He poured himself onto the page writing for hours at a time. As a man he was a danger to himself, fearful and sad most of the time. He was drifting in and out of sanity, but in every other way he was fine. He's a Monday morning
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