Something to say…

Well, I’d like to say something about drugged so there’s no confusion…
It’s a short story I’m writing about a boy whose mother is a drug addict and can’t provide anything he needs. He’s been  bullied at school for a long time as a result of the fact that he looks unkempt most of the time, wearing old clothes and all that. He makes new ‘friends’ who sell drugs and are promiscuous too. His name is Thaddeus by the way. I’m writing this short story not because I want to just tell a story, but because there are children and teenagers among us, on the train, at school ,in church, and every where who are shattered emotionally for some reason. Most times, we either do not notice them or we make fun of them, simply because they are not like us, they’re not normal, they are quiet, or stuff like that. Everyone’s got a struggle, a battle they fight with themselves at night in bed with tear-soaked pillows or none at all, the battles they fight in the bathroom, or even in class. Apart from issues that affect the society at large, A LOT of attention has to be placed on children by their parents ,teachers ,and even friends. That’s why they’re called friends. I know how it feels though; to have feelings and sighs too deep for words.
So there.

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