"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" He would scream. Nobody heard. "Help me! Please! I beg!" He would cough out. Nobody would come. "You all hate me!" He would throw up his words. Nobody came. Well someone would sometimes not every time. A blonde male. He would always look his finest. Tho he wasn't prissy, spoiled or any of that sort. He would speak to the boy in a soft calm voice beginning to sooth the brunette. The blonde would wipe the brunettes tears and tease him for beginning short. Even though they were three inches apart in height. This is one of their recorded conversations...
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FanfictionIf everything comes crashing down I pray that you'll still be around I'll sing to you to mask the sound Of missiles breaking up the ground And I could get through World War III As long as you were there with me Nowhere else I'd rather be When the wo...
