This is a real story of a boy whose parents only gave criticism and freinds only gave abuse. His name was John. When he was 12 he met a pacifict lad like himself and they got on well for years to come. So much so that the heterosexual homophobic little boy started to get feelings for this freind of his, this freind that treated him like a person for once. The confusing hidden feelings became torture for the little boy, he had to keep the ultimate secret because he knew that if he told anyone all chance of fitting in would be gone and would lose the only real freind he had. And so life carried on for the pair through school, everyday the boy would scream 'i love you' inside his head, for that is what he thought he did. The days carried on and on....until finally school ended for the pair of them and they reluctantly departed ways. Did the boy cease their freindship because of his feelings or was there another reason? Either way the boy would come to regret not saying bye. Three years later the boy, after having his fair share of girlfreinds etc, was shocked by some terrible news. The freind he had was in hospital, on life support. The boy was too scared to visit him, nobody knows why. The day after his parents decided to turn the machine off and the freind died. The boy will never forget.
The moral of the story? Life is short, Death is real and real freinds are rare.
The moral of the story? Life is short, Death is real and real freinds are rare.
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