Be a hero
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Last published Sat, Apr 21, 2018
I could be a hero. I can't save the whole city, I can't save the world, but I can do what's right. I might save that life. I'll throw my pills out and join the fight for what is right. I just might save another life...
*Disclaimer*
Story contains suicide, bullying and all of the themes of problems our generation is facing. It is meant to help those who are struggling and those who have done bad things in the past to know they can stop right now and do the right thing. It is never to late to change. There will be one shots most likely. I hope you read it and it helps you. You matter. You are loved. You can do it. There is no obstacle you can't over take. Go there and be yourself, I know it's hard but I believe in you. I love you. You can do it.
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