He couldn't see beyond the end of his slender pointed nose most days. What was behind it mattered more than anything else. His maniacally, mechanical brain buzzed and whirled with thoughts of only himself and what pleased him.
The thought of ever stepping outside his own skin to view life through the lense of someone else's perspective made his skin crawl.
Whenever someone made him feel any ounce of empathy for what they may be going through, he'd check out mentally and emotionally and distance his heart and mind with fantasies of other sorts. Anything to keep his selfish, delicately deranged psyche from the fragile tipping point of internal chaos.
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