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Your thoughts went back to when you were young, nobody noticed you, nobody thought you were cool, nobody acknowledged you.
The only time anyone ever acknowledged your efforts was when you weren’t even there, at the crime scenes you committed. It wasn’t murder no, it was theft. It first started with a schoolmate’s pencil when you were in first grade and slowly worked up to cell phones, rings, jewelry. It was the only time your work was ever recognized. It was a very bitter-sweet role to play. You didn’t like breaking rules, hell you were always the good boy in school, never got into fights or conflicts, always did your homework in time. But it never felt like it was enough; it never felt like you were worth anything. And when people began showing interest in your robberies on the news, the papers, the tellie, it felt wonderful to finally have your efforts seen. You always had a pang of regret and sadness that followed with you always because you truly didn’t want to be this…what you’ve become.