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Matthew Williams.
A name many forget.
He has always been forgotten.
It's always been this way.
It will never change.
If only they knew it was tearing him apart.
Death didn't seem like a bad idea.
Death gave a small amount of comfort.
What had this world given him?
Scars on his wrist and not a soul who cared.
When Gilbert Beilschmidt moves to Matthew's school, will he be able to save Matthew before it's too late.

(This art isn't mine by the way)