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Different.

Different.

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I didn't belong.I knew I didn't. All of the other girls were just different from me and they know it. Whenever I walk past them I am tortured with horrible stares and comments.Yet I just ignore them.Let them treat me like that.But I can't help who I am and I don't want to be someone I'm not.I wish they would just respect me for being me!But that won't happen will it.I spent most of my time hiding in the corner locking myself away from the outside world. Hiding my face with my long brown hair. I don't think they realise all of the pain they cause .with every word or curse that comes out of their mouths.Sometimes I wonder why I was put on this world.What the point of life is. What the point of me is. Was I just put here to suffer? I don't know what my purpose of living is but the more flashbacks I have,the more heart breaks I remember and the more pain that hits me I wonder why I am living... So all though none of you will care , goodbye BANG...
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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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