chapter 9

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Brendon did cry to himself at times

He hated what he had done...he was him

There was advice "kill what's the problem"

Would that mean killing your self

Brendon was perfect....... He just doesn't know

Its his metaphorical party,he could cry when he wanted to

This was the hardest he cryed ever he felt like everything was crumbling around him,even though the slightest touch could connect him back to Ryan.....it wasn't close enough

And it never was......

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Brendon hated long distance

Like he hated long skirts

He loved when they were above the knee

His thoughts about his new school was terrorising

He thought he would never fit in

And he didn't.....

That's what Ryan loved him for...

He didn't....

"Shackled up,torn down,beaten up to the heavenly ground, your free now,your free now,here comes your  internal freedom now..."

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