The Forgotten Boy (A True Suiside Story)
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Last published Fri, Jan 23, 2015
Unfortunately this is a true story of me dearest friend who was on the verge of suiside because of all the bullying he received. Yet there is somewhat of a twist. He has recently passed away, I was there when it happened. He wrote to me every day in a notebook but I was to only get it after he died. This story will contain of his letters, his thoughts, poems, online posts, and what all happened. I hope you will read this and take it as a lesson. Enjoy, and share my pain.
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