My Forever Tainted Eyes

My Forever Tainted Eyes

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BULLYING KILLS. It is said that every year we lose around 4,500 people in the U.S due to bullying. For the most part we know their story. They were made fun of, they weren't liked, they didn't feel appreciated and so they end up taking their lives. However, what about those that don't take their lives? Do they simply forget about the terrible experiences they've had? The answer is a resounding, NO. Never. At least, that's my case and I believe I'm no different from anyone else. How do these events shape us. How does it make us think about the world. Do we feel resentment or perhaps jealousy. Read this short story and perhaps you'll know.
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We are too drunk and he is too close and even though we are in a room full of people, we are too alone. -------------------------- Notes: This fan fiction is dedicated to people who have experienced loss, people who were bullied, who struggled with their sexuality and or their race. People who use humour as their coping mechanism. People who feel like outcasts and freaks. People who fell in love with their best friends. You are not alone. You are Albus. And this is our story. It is also dedicated to grief, for showing me the true price for love. And most importantly dedicated to my one and only best friend. This story would not have seen the light of day, had our paths not diverged and our friendship not quietly scattered to the winds. In the closing of chapters, I made sure that the echo of our promises that we once held were not just words, but something truly heard. I will never not think of you during storms. Make sure to leave your thoughts and enjoy ;) This story can be also found on Ao3.

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