Living my life

Living my life

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I'll live my life be happy I'm born have a good life and always be a listen to my mom always be good have brothers and sister and live my life I'm always share I'm always loved the world even if I don't know them I want of my family love my grandma I love my mother this is love other people I don't know always care go to school and do my work I will listen to listen to listen to people bigger than me and always stay with my mom if people being mean to me I will always walk away do not and never ever ever get bully when people are bugging me I told her teacher or sometimes I do it by myself and take care of it by myself and my teacher told me told the teacher a walk away because if you if you do go by yourself you my heart and you might get in trouble but I want to go to and never do nothing bad ever never ever ever ever ever even if somebody's your mom do not know if your mom tell somebody thank you for listening to my story
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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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