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He was shorter than me but had a well build. He had dark brown hair and he always found a way to put in into a weird "Style". His preferred style was much more different that every boy that was around with his hair color. He usually wore dark colored clothes or plaid including some form of long sleeves. He also wore pants or jeans that wear bigger than his waistline to look cool.


I guess I'd be wrong to call him weird, I mean the guy was struggling with numerous things that at the time I never knew. He would talk to himself in an almost threatening manner then turn around and be happy to greet you. He was a sporty looking person but you knew he had some flaws. He told me that his greatest flaw was being the leader, having central control of something or someone in any moment. At that moment I thought we were the same person just living along side each other in different perspectives.


With the 'weird' stuff aside he was a generally chill person and was very open and accepting to certain topics. He had an older sister and a younger sister whom he valued greatly ; he even went as far as to introduce them to me one day. Which to be honest felt awkward but you get used to it, you know? If I had to describe the vibe I got off of him it would have to be a mysterious and secretive one. It was almost as if he had  a violent or terrible past you could see bleeding onto him constantly but you don't want to say anything.


I acknowledge that he is a human being and that he needs to be treated like one. However, that doesn't stop the bullying that happens to him time to time. Me myself knows how it feels to be bullied and how no one comes to save you. No one came to save him, not even I...because I wasn't there when it happened.I still beat myself up for not being there to help him even if it was a little or I got my ass kicked. Because it would've been a  lot of help to help someone that was struggling.


And the thing about him is that he is extremely calm to his abuse from his bullies. He doesn't show any anger or plans of revenge. He just expresses his forgiveness and prays for their hearts to change. He tries to be Jesus but all I can see from his poor soul is the wish of release from this ruthless earth.That is the most basic Description I could think of for this person, this man, this friend that I knew.

His name is Jules and this is the story of how my friend became a full on trap within a year, please do stay to hear the tale of this interesting friend of mine.


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