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2nd grade is the year we met each other,the year that you became my bestest friend. Sticking up for me and protecting me was your duty , Coming to school everyday to make sure no one hurt me. Until one day you stopped coming, you stopped smiling, you distanced away from me. People started really getting to you, each day you came home with a bruise or cut that looked infected. 5th grade came along and you started smiling again ,but only at me!?!?!?! We had the same homeroom teacher, so we had every class together. between school and after school we walked home together just like we always used to do. But on the journey home this day was different people started grabbing you and tossing you calling you a fag, spitting on you kicking you hitting you. I'll never forget that day, the day they nearly killed my bestest friend. His parents never understood why he came home all worn away and beaten. Instead of comforting him ,yelling and punishment would be his comfort he got from them.
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