Bo's Journal
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MatureOngoing10m
Last published Sat, Nov 12, 2016
I'm sorry, but this has to be said. I'm... I'm gay.. I think. I don't know, but I need to say this. If your reading this, some words of advice, or words of support would help, but I'm not heterosexual female. I KNOW that. And even though this is a world where everybody seems to know who they are, and I don't, I'm trying to hold on. Even though it is a challenge. This is my sanctuary. This is my place where I can be free to say what I wish. No matter what it is. This is where I can be free. You're welcome to read, but please be patient with me.
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