Oshima
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I've grown through loneliness, it's all I've ever known for many years. Given up by my parents, outcasted as a student. Bullied by everyone as a young child even family. Many expected me to fail and kill myself. I've chosen not to live my life on the past not to allow myself to follow the path of drugs and drinks to hide my pain and sorrow but I'll live my life never being satisfied with were I'm at, now here my story from the start. *through preschool Oshima was made fun of and picked on day in day out moving towards 1st grade he tried his heart out to make friends but was builled yet again this time attacked with sticks from most of the first grade body along with semi-racist teacher who hated him and had it out for him influencing the other kids to pick on him, then came 5th grade where he was put in a spot to get jumped again by the whole 5th grade body because he was worried about his first friend feeling okay
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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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