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Michael Smith

by N-Young

Michael was a teenager who made straight A's and participated in any sport he could, but Michael was flamed for being gay for society deemed he should. Michael didn't seem to have any friends for all were repulsed by him, simply because of the way he bends, And thus, his happiness dimmed. When Michael gets home, it's straight to his room. His father a drunk, his mother out of state, giving birth to a constant loop of daily doom So you could say things weren't that great. Michael was beaten daily, for why he knew not. Mr. Smith always began by lifting his hand, stating these bruises were a lesson to be taught and confused Michael couldn't take a stand. If one person could've stood up and been kind, Michael might still be here. Instead, one dark thought stole his mind and with it, all of his fears.
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27 / M / American
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N-Young
27 / M / American
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Mar 10, 2014
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