Buizel hate.

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I sat in my room in a corner, any corner, crying to myself as I held my arm. 'Why?' I thought to myself, applying pressure with an already blood soaked rag, ignoring the pain in my leg as I wept. 'Why do my parents hate me so?' I thought, hitting the back of my head on my wall as tears fell. I could hear someone pounding on my door, enraged voices demanding that I open the door.

I just remained in my corner, letting my eyes close. 'It is not my fault that I am gay,' I thought as I lost consciousness from the pain, letting the memories be my last piece of happiness on earth, shedding a tear at the thought of my love, a Quiliva named Jason. 'Goodbye, love,' I thought.

This is the first of many chapters to come. I have had friends before who have never come to school just for a random reason in high school; I just hope nothing bad had happened to them. My friends were gay, but I respected them as who they were, not what. Arceus bless all who agree with these words.

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