Reaching for Nothing
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sat, Jan 5, 2013
This is a short story that just implanted itself in my head a few months ago. I've been thinking about it ever since, and I just feel that it needs to be written. I'm writing it to draw attention to the fact that every day teenagers are disowned by their parents just because they are homosexual. I think this is beyond ridiculous, and I hope this story can help galvanize people into action against this atrocity.
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