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From the moment Louis Tomlinson was born, he was alone and miserable. He was born two months earlier than other babies and he was born with a weak heart. But his parents didn't care.. They just took the sick little baby home, let it in a corner, fed him only once a day and left him sick and poorly.
Once he turned three, the abuse started. Beatings, starvation and terrible punishments were his daily routine. Always being too weak and sick to stand for himself, he grew up thinking that he indeed was a waste of space and a worthless piece of shit (as his parents say).
Now Louis is 17 years old, still extremely tiny, weak and damaged with dull blue eyes full of pain and aching bones and aching heart. A heart that is still waiting to be saved..
So this is his sad little story, soon to become a little more tolerable thanks to a certain curly boy.