You Dont Know Me
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Last published Wed, Apr 17, 2013
DEDICATION: This story is for my best childhood friend Shane. Two years ago, he killed himself cause he was constantly mad fun of/ beaten up for being gay. I was the only friend he had, but I guess that wasn't enough. This story is about if people knew the real him maybe he'd still be here today.<3 4/17/11 <3, miss you.
I was the one everyone hated. I was the easy target to get bullied everyday. Nobody wanted to hang around the gay boy at school. Nobody wanted to be my partner in science class or even my friend for that matter. I'd come home with black eyes and the word "Queer" taped to my back just about everyday. They don't know who I really am, all they know is I'm gay. They don't know me, but I think its time they did.
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