He's caring, he is gentle.
His parents must have been fighting for a long time, eventually they divorced when he was about finished with highschool. He was intelligent and always got the best grades at school. He poured all of his engergies into his studies. And now he thinks that he doesn't need God. In fact, he says that God doesn't even exist.
I'm sad when I think about what he's missing. He doesn't have to do it all on his own. God's always there for him. But he doesn't understand. He keeps pretending that God doesn't exist.
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