My coming out story
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Last published Sat, Apr 4, 2015
In this story I will explain on how I was able to accept my self and come out of the closet to my friends family etc..
And that being LGBT is not a choice it's how you feel we are all the same on the inside we all bleed red we all go to school work sleep eat everything straight people do so why are we being judged for who we are....?
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