used again and again

used again and again

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They choose me for the football defending position When I was in 5th grade I realized why they were so nice to me Cause I was too dumb to quit Too dumb to not be there when everybody left and I standing alone In the fields telling myself 1+2=3 And getting the laughs out of the grass rustling They might be telling each other How much a of a fool I am To believe that someone cares enough to give me any place And like that I got sexually abused and assaulted in the coming years And declared with a low iq By my English teacher But I kept moving on As if it too hold something valuable too me Then I became sick of trying And like that my love for sadness intensified And grief became my only companion What a life? We all just buffoons here What a disgusting piece of chewable food it is.
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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