Words Hurt (Read Description)
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Dernière publication mar., oct. 10, 2017
What if verbal abuse hurt; left scars, bruises, and cuts just like physical abuse? Well then i'd be all scarred up with words like, Faggot, Freak, Stupid, Monster, etc. It wasn't always this way, we used to just be able to say things without fear of it harming people; free speech. But it all changed when a team of scientist created a way to physically harm someone the same way you verbally harm someone; by a nanobyte released into the water supply all around the world. At first people watched what they said, but then after a while, people got used to seeing the words scarred across our skin. My story starts my freshman year of highschool about a week before Homecoming, the day I came out of the closet.
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