Murder? I Think Not. (BoyXBoy)
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Ongoing9m
Last published Wed, Dec 20, 2017
Everyday it's the same words over and over again. It's never ending the hateful words thrown towards me, it hurts but of course I don't say anything. They all think I'm a stone cold killer so why not let them believe it? I have given up on trying to make them believe other wise. I've admitted defeat though I promise I wouldn't do it I did anyways.
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