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I am forever changed


Before I was out
and confortable
and free
before I was standing infront of you preaching
like I'm on tv 
Before I had confidence to tell the world to fuck themselves and kiss my fat ass i had be 100 with myself and the only way to do this was to be one hundred percent me
That that was hard being 100 of something
u never really shared with anyone was hard.
It was a never ending pain
stabbing me in the back of my back kind of pain 
The kind of pain when they twist the knife into your left kidney kind of pain
That kind of pain that makes you limp to the side even after its over kind of pain 
The shocking kind of pain it's the kind of pain that medication can't make go away and that pain ended after I had a convo with a chick something like this:
 
Omg Ky I didn't know u were gay 
I'm not 
I'm mean it's totally cool of you are 
I'm not 
I totally support the LB the LGB
the lgbt community? 
Ya ya ya 
Well I'm not gay so
Oh your like those other girls who can't make up there minds,
like u dress different
talk different and you are different.
Like u like dick one day and pussy the next,
I think it's so cool to be bi how you can switch back and forth whenever you want.
I saw this girl on the beach and i think I might be bi too 
 
Okay well bitch I'm done being poetically and politically correct on the things that you've been saying and it's time to cut you loose from these thoughts that society has plan in the belly of you.
I'm the surgeon to extract the seed of the upmost stupidity inside I want you to know that I'm not gay.
Yes I like boys n I like girls n I like transgendered and dikes  and gays n lesbians and every one. Being pansexual is about falling inline with the heart of the person no matter what's in their pants cause it's covered up anyway,
you just like to think that you know what's going on behind the zippers of another human being.
Falling in love with a girl because her boobs touch her chin or her ass can't fit inside jeans makes you really immature
unable to see the future because when all of the curveture hits the ground
you will no longer be able to see why you fell in love on the first place.
I mean like first before I get deeper in the rant why are you worrying about who I sleep with anyway? 
 
I mean I was just wondering like it just question I like boys anyway 
 
Well okay that's fine then Ill make this diss quick 
 
Please do 
T
here is more than just sex to love, and there is more to love them just sex 
And after that conversation was over I could no longer find the closet.
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Ksmiley5
<p>This was something I felt really strong about and I am very open to all responses!!!&nbsp;</p>

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