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Kylo felt frustrated. He was hunched over a bunch of flowers, busy tearing them to bits. One slash for every time he felt he wasn't good enough. Petals flying while he let out his emotions. Tears welled in his eyes, but he mentally willed them to stay put. He mustn't appear weak, no. He could be angry, but never weak.
Why didn't anyone like him? Well, he knew the answer to that. He was gloomy, he was angry, he was a piece of sh*t. And he didn't do anything to change that.
Would he ever meet someone who actually cared about him? Probably not. He was selfish, he was ambitious, he was evil. No one would ever see anything good about him. Kylo growled and sent a daisy flying through the air.
To top it off, he was f*cking weak. He liked flowers and pretty things. He craved attention and companionship. What the hell was wrong with him? Thoughts like this danced through Kylo's head as he tore of the rest of the flowers. When he was done, the serval leaned back and took a deep breath. Much better.
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[size=6pt]★ trek