Where the T Stands Alone.
Our two demons came,
with different form,
neither of us to blame
that we couldn't conform.
Yours was a bully,
against his words I was a shield,
defended you fully,
until he did yield.
My own a reflection
a crippling dismay
my personal dissection
and you look away.
You're one of LGB
with people willing to defend
and I'm tag along T
alone til bitter end.
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