living half a life.
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Ongoing10m
Last published Mon, Nov 5, 2018
I'm not straight. I'm not sure what exactly but I am nowhere near straight. And that, is the reason why, I'm living half a life.
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As a kid, I was raised homophobic in a religious homophobic community and household. It wasn't an easy road. Everyday I live in fear of being exposed to my family. I struggled accepting who I was. I felt like.. I was wrong. I thought I was alone. I was not alone. No one is alone. And to anyone who was in the same situation as mine, living half a life, I know how you feel too. This is the story of the real me.
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