I was broken before you came

I was broken before you came

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John gets dropped off by his homophobic, alcoholic, abusive dad that he lives with and hopes that camp goes by fast because he doesn't want to get used to not being beaten. He has scars that he hope no one can see while whats in his eyes is only just a disguise while he wants to die and say goodbye but he always says he's fine but he's getting tierd of his own lies that leave his mouth and is always alone even when only a few hours he hates himself, no one loves him and he used to cry and cry and cry when he was little but he tries to be numb but sometimes the tears somehow escape and he can never bring himself to be happy and never brings down his walls for the fear of being judged. But then he meets a guy named Alex, somehow got right throught his walls that we're so high no one can see his pain and suffering, his barbed wire that threatened people to go away of they will regret it, into his heart but will John accept his feeling or will fear of his father drive him away from the one he loves so he can protect alex from the harm that might come in the future.
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**A twist on the Lee-Laurens duel in which John gets shot instead** Alex knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Not that night, not for the next three nights. See, anytime he closed his eyes he could hear the bullet as it exploded from the barrel of the gun; see John as the color drained from his face, staggering backward trying everything he could to stay upright. He could feel his friend as he trembled in his arms, struggling to catch his breath; smell the pungent fumes of gun powder enveloping the two and taste his tears, feeling himself fall apart from the inside out. So keeping these things in mind, no, sleep, in fact, was not an option. **This beautiful cover was made by the amazing @KinziFace! Thank you so much!**

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