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I reached home safely that night.
But I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Yes, I was alive, breathing. Yet, going home wasn't something I wanted, - no what I wanted was something I could never have.
Being accepted, by my parents.
I may have said I hated them, but I know somehow even with all their cruelty, I will still love them.
And that's what scares me.
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Teen FictionSeventeen-year old Benjamin Woods is scared. He is scared of being judged. He is scared of being hated by his religious parents. He is scared because he is gay. [used to be called the boy i loved]
