I'd always wanted my story to be scattered to the four winds. But there were so many obstacles that even my body turned out to be my main enemy. I'd spent hours awake in my bedroom, looking nothing but the ceiling, trying to understand what was going on and why I could't even conceal it. I knew that it's really harsh to be an adult but my early seventeens were wrecking havoc on my mind.
That odd mixture of excitement and fear. That Machiavellian formula loaded with the inertia that made me stand still.
However, my movie took place behind the dark folding screen of an antagonistic language that wounded more than it protected me. Sometimes, I ventured to invite some curious spectator to join my experiences. But, after a while, I figured out the way to prevent showing my truth and be on my own again and again.
And there I was. Alone by self imposition, unprotected by my own armor and locked in with my worse enemy.
'Hello, World. My Name is Liam. As you see, I used to hate you. Until...'
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Origami | YA LGBT
Teen Fiction'Just remember: we are all made of paper but folded in many different ways'
