him and i
are we allowed to be in love?
hes just to good not to love.
he loves me,
and i love him.
though they dont like "our kind",
we cant help how we feel,
and he means the world to me.
we are two boys in love,
they hate us,
this is what the world is.
hate, hate, hate
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