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You think it’s funny
Calling that kid a faggot
You tell yourself it’s okay because he laughs along and shrugs it off as if this is no big deal
But you have no idea
No idea that tonight he’ll go home to a family that thinks just like you
That it’s okay to call someone a faggot so that maybe they they’ll change.
Change to what?
Some phony manufactured identity that society has deemed “normal”
But that kid
He doesn’t give a damn about what society has to say
For he knows today is his last day.
But no one else knows his plans for eternal peace
Although they see the scars of battle forged on his arms they keep going
Faggot.
Wuss.
Pansy.
Bang.
He pulls the trigger
Today marked the end of his fight.
He couldn’t take the forever uphill battle of living as an individual in a society that looks at those who aren’t manufactured institutionalized soldiers of conformity as freaks that deserve to be punished, even to death.
But he no longer has to worry about this battle.
He’s found his peace and has become nothing more than another casualty on the war against the individual identity.