How would I know that latching onto this name or label would get me in trouble? How was I supposed to know that what I am is going to be my undoing? I'm one person with love in their heart and it's apparently going to send me to hell, my fate already given to me because I like to kiss girls. It wasn't my choice. But now I wear those rainbow colors as I walk down the street with pride because I know she loves me and I love her. No one can tell me what I feel and don't feel. When I hold her hand that is me taking pride in what she is, when I hug her that's me taking pride in what I am, when I kiss her that is me taking pride in what we are together and when I marry her that is me taking pride in the world that we live in. I take pride for being me.
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Where my brain lies.
RandomMy mind is a strange maze of random things that shouldn't usually work together but somehow make a very flawed human. This mind of mine creates things that have no use in this world, stories with no ending, songs with no melody, and paintings with n...
