Gay Is Just Another Word For Happy
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I didn't really know what being gay really meant.
I didn't know that I was gay or bi.
But one thing I did know, was that I loved him.
Still to this day I love him.
-Some of this story is inspired by some anime's I've watched-
I'm a Girl ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ
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