Why do I have to be different? Why couldn't I be like the rest of the guys in high school? I wish I had a talent. I'm almost 17 years old and I still eat lunch by myself. I get pushed into lockers more than I can count. It isn't fair, what did I ever do too anyone to deserve this. Just this once, I've been telling myself that for three years now. How do I stop this? I don't want to die. I thought I was a goner. Until I met him. -MichaelAll Rights Reserved
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