WELCOME TO GAY TOWN
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Nov 30, 2020
hello. im gay depressed and need a hug. dont we all. but heres a safe space, ok im not a calm person
STAB. KILL. DESTROY. NOW FUCK SHIT UP AND DONT BE SORRY YOU LITTLE DEGENERATES!!!!!
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The world is a cruel place. For some people, they love to live in this happy, forgiving, earth. But, the others who aren't so lucky, want to do anything and everything to escape it's unjust ways. To live in another world, a world of peace, of kindness. They say that the best people are the ones who get hurt the most. I am one of them. I hate the way that everyone is so happy in this earth, the way that they can live a good and cheerful life, when I am stuck with the dark depths of depression. In my world, I lacked happiness, friendship, and love. But, something changed. No, someone changed everything. He changed the way I looked at the world. He changed the way I wake up in the morning. And he gave me those three things that I lacked the most.
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