Prologue
He was smart, in ways that his parents can't hope they understand, they were proud.
The boy then studied religion. Everyone rejoiced, for the family felt it was such immense privilege. They were proud.
The boy was smart, hardworking towards his faith. He soon shot up through the ranks. His mentor was proud.
The boy had a gracious nature; he gave to the poor. He was overflowing with kindness. His parents were proud.
The boy always helped his siblings, always trying, always forgiving. His siblings were proud.
The boy was a romantic lover, a person that one can be happy to be with. He was someone with everything a spouse may desire. His lover was proud.
Everyone was proud. His mentor was proud. His parents were proud. His siblings were proud. His lover was proud.
They were proud
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And they were blind.
There existed a boy. He was a boy. Born in a family with immense wealth, with strict parents, indifferent siblings.
He was average, which disappointed his parents in ways they couldn't hope to understand. The boy worked hard.
The boy then studied religion. Everyone cursed behind his back for picking a study that has no future. The family felt it was such an immense curse. They were disappointed. It was hard working hard.
The boy was smart, hardworking towards his faith. He soon shot up through the ranks. His mentor was not satisfied. The boy didn't care.
The boy had a calculating nature. He gave to the poor. He was overflowing with hate. His parents were not satisfied. It didn't matter.
The boy always helped his siblings, always trying, always forgiving. His siblings were not satisfied. It was fine.
The boy was a romantic lover, a person that one can be happy to be with. He was someone with everything a spouse may desire. His lover was a cheater. The boy was fine.
Everyone was fake. His mentor was fake. His parents were fake. His siblings were fake. His lover was fake.
They were all fake
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And He was blind.