THE BOY WHO TRUSTED NOBODY (boyxboy)

THE BOY WHO TRUSTED NOBODY (boyxboy)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., août 11, 2015
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Romance
'That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen' (~The perks of being a wallflower~) Sky wasn't an average 17 years old boy, he was depressed, alone, lonely, he didn't trust anyone and he wanted to end his life. But then he met someone, who could possibly help him. Will he be able to trust him and let him save him, or will he drown in the dephts of his dark and lonely world?
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* TRIGGER WARNING* there may or may not be parts of this book that people may find upsetting. It talks about mental illness. Also it talks about religion so if any of these things may trigger you then I recommenced not reading this. However feel free to talk to me because I'm hear to support y'all. 16-year-old Matthew is on the lengthy journey of self-acceptance and discovery. How will he cope with a rising taste for a blonde boy who managed the earth on his fingertips like crushed berries. Will he learn to love himself? Or will he allow his doubt to control him and his sprouting relationship? "Taste me in crimson so that when we taste no more, when age will turn our buds sour and memories hazy, that I have hope to scour my letterbox and find you wrapped pristine silk, next to an image of June. Within your eyes, euphoric." Acknowledgements 1# slice of life 15/01/21 23# closeted 15/01/21

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