it was him.
i saw him getting bullied by them.
they held him his grey collar and punched him.
his forehead was bleeding.
i saw his face was dull and sad.
so i took a seat beside him.
he looked at me dryly and gave me a weak smile.
"are you okay?" i asked.
he smiled and said that he is not.
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i want to complete this story right now but you're gonna hate me for this. btw, last update of the day.
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him - book i ✓
Poetry"it was him." ⚠ tw: mentions of topic like suicide, self harmand bullying. ⚠ [lower case intended] + 🥉place in SoaringEaglesClub ©all rights reserved 2020 (vaulce) -[24/09/2020] -[27/09/ 2020]✓ : current cover by me
