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A lie, That’s where it began. Half-truths, twisted alibi When the shit hit the fan.   An argument, That’s where it escalated. Harsh words, painful comment Leaving us deflated.  
There is a storm brewing up inside me,  twisted like a labyrinth,  It stretches as far out as the sea,  but the water is not calm,  it is angry at me.  Misery! Misery! Just let me be, 
Parents can’t always see the signs When I was five I liked my hair long and dresses and pink That didn’t make me immune To how beautiful I thought The little dark-haired girl
my mouth opens,
Her
She is, in essence, all things. She is the universe embodied, and every tiny speck of dust within it. In her infiniteness, she draws all who meet her in and gives them a piece of her.
Dear Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you.
the mirror was an illusion, the silence was the truth. so many illusions fill the air, hang down on our shoulders, shine in our eyes. too much you do not see.   i want to tell you the truth:
Do you know what it’s like to be left out of the crowd? Do you know what it’s like to have no friends? Do you know what it’s like to feel like you are your own best friend?
See my hands bound so tight Securely hidden Behind my back So I just sit here and fight You don't know how it is to be gay In an society Where you have to hide Your love everyday You don't know how hard I try To show you that
How will I tell you? How will I say, what has turned my world from grey? What words do I use? What play? How will I convey? Portray, display, relay?
“High school will be the best years of your life,” or so I've been told. Good grades and a good looking boyfriend
i spent the first 5 years saying hes so amazing and hes so sweet hes so kind and hes so cute
I hope you can see that "I still love you" hurts the worst.
Living in confusion? I know who I like. She, her. She, her. Keeping to myself. I am judged by the judged, I am strangled by religion. Beat me up and break me down. I am still alive.
Shadows run deep throughout my soul like interstates. They converge into the darkness that creates me. The one thing that's really funny is.... That the creator of my creators were created by you.
Love is love “Gender doesn’t define love.” Why is it people judge what they don’t understand? Homo, faggot, dyke, queer! Out of all the pain we mostly hold in fear. We endure and we take all we can.  
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