I don’t see why people that are gay or different from the "normal" or "avarage" person gets treated as if they were an alien or something. I wanna tell you that it gets better if you don't believe me. Go ask your family, your friends,they will all tell you they love you and they care. I swear that these are not hollow words I know that they will use sticks and stones to break your bones, but their word will hurt the most feeling like bullet holes in your chest. as Please believe me that it's better to live with those scars on your heart can become a story on how you survived this war. Better than dying with open wounds on your heart and having nobody remember you to tell your story. It gets better let their words become your new version of steroids. The side effects are goning to be your heart beat starts to sound like a war drum that your voice gets louder, and your confidence is going to be as tall as giant. If it's true that a picture is worth a thousand words then let our words fill a museum with the most beautiful paintings that the world has ever seen. Please believe me that it's better to live with those scars on your heart can become a story on how you survived this war. Better than dying with open wounds on your heart and having nobody remember you to tell your story. So let’s show them that ignorance is not bliss it's something that needs to be missing from the history books. I just wanna say if you feel like you have nobody on your side I'll extend my hand and say. Hi my name is dayvon do you wanna be friends.
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