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if people like me disgust the so called "normal people" then "normal people" scare me more than monsters hiding in an old prosaic closet. their tainted words dripping with malice, cut off the oxygen running through my veins. will they ever know how hard i have tried to be "normal" but i figured i was born this way. after all the tears and self loathing I accepted I was made differently and that i was free to love a man if i wanted to. i'm scared of cruel words but i'm strong enough to endure them. i have learned to survive in this cold and lonely world full of people who wonder why they hate and love solitude. do I disgust Victor? i wonder if he knows i am different? i wonder if he'll think i'm beautiful because i know i am in my own twisted way.
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Translucère
Nouvellestranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
