He lashed at the world. He lashed at the world while thinking he was lashing back at the world. He thought the world was attacking him, but the world was the world. The world didn't care about him. The world was too big to care. But he lived in a world of his making, an imagined world of his making that was the only world in which he was the center, the only world in which everything was about him and everything else was purposely excluding him.
[Edited 25-1-2023]
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