I Would Rather Be Hated Then Loved
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Last published Wed, Feb 21, 2018
What is there do to do when everyone hates you and think that you were a mistake. Like some how god f*ckup on making you.
What is there to do when you've been I a relationship so long that you gotten used to being metal and physical beaten every day by your so called partner.
But all this changed one day when this kid from California comes and starts at are school. This kid save me from my now ex and helps me recover.
My name is Mike Lewis and yes I am gay and proud of it and here is my story.
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