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I remember the fire from a young age.
A burning inside me that was never fully satisfied.
A hunger.
Deep, ugly, maddening hunger.
I yearned for approval, craved approval, harmed myself for approval. His, approval.
He never offered it though. I was a defeat. Shoto was a masterpiece and I was shoved aside. Abandoned.
Lost.
I burned myself. Day, night, mid afternoon, midnight. I burned myself. I trained.
I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
For...something. But it never came.
Just a cold, empty house.
A cold, empty father.
And a child who craved his approval.
And a dead child who never earned it.