Be Free
So here I sit...another day...another it. Conform doesn't equal Comfort! I realize my language is difficult for some...My mom, your mom, your dad...for sure! ... I wish I knew of a cure...BUT WHY? From you?!?!...From me too?!?!? I was dismayed to find out you were gay-But to my own higher-self...respects..I must pay and say, I am too! But YOU, I loved you! I just wish you could love you too! In fact, I wish I could love the she, or she-ra in me, and be...out and about loving whoever I want. There's a softness to my blunt...words...You see you don't need a cure! Just love who you want- be the best you that you can be, be free...
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