Byron wasn't particularly good at anything,
living behind a thin veil of B.S.
It was only a matter of time until it all fell apart.
We'd all seen the warning signs... starting with the fraying edges. The pieces of Byron's life falling one by one, tumbling down in every direction.
The advice he'd sought was ignored, it was just too easy to look away... until Byron had nowhere to go, and nothing left to hide.
There was nothing left for him to do after crawling from the wreckage, leaving it up to others to remove the pieces left behind.
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