boy who cried
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one day there was a boy who lived in america and had no friends. he was a sad little boy because of this, ad went home every day after school with nobody at his side. then one day a little girl passed him on his way to school, and they got married 23 years later bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla one day there was a boy who lived in america and had no friends. he eventually jumped off the van stadens bridge because he hated life and wanted to kill himself. but then a thought occurred to him as he jumped - what if i'm actually gay? but then all of his reminiscing ended as he connected with the unforgiving hard rocks and splattered his blood all over the walls, much to the delight of the onlookers. then they all started jumping and it was bla alb bal lba labbla alb bal lba labbla alb bal lba labbla alb bal lba labbla alb bal lba lab hello stinky moomoo foodies cow goes moomoo
the end I believe that words can indeed murder the human heart. All too often I see someone put another kid down because of something he did wrong. It can be as little as tripping on the stairs and someone yelling "You clux. Man are you dumb...