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*A boy sat alone with books by his side, in between shelves and out of the eye. His thick glasses hung low and his face wet with tears. He'd spent all of high school hidden in fear. He always looked back when he walked home from class and slept with all the lights on. He locked the door and hid from his parents. They yelled and they screamed. Arguing every day and always the boy wished someone would take his life away.*
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Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
Please, Friend. Hold On.
*A boy sat alone with books by his side, in between shelves and out of the eye. His thick glasses hung low and his face wet with tears. He'd spent all of high school hidden in fear. He always looked back when he walked home from class and slept with all the lights on. He locked the door and hid from his parents. They yelled and they screamed. Arguing every day and always the boy wished someone would take his life away.*
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Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
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