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Her disguiseBruises on her arms
Make up on her face
How can such beauty go to waste?
Falter after falter she becomes more weak..
Over and over she tells her lies
It's Hard to Like PeopleI like you, and I don't like it.
You're so sweet and kind to me...
But I hate liking people.
I never know if they like me back,
And if they do...
It only ends in disaster.
I always screw it up.
I'm too clingy, too needy, too lovey.
I get so caught up in love,
I don't even see my mistakes until it's too late.
I don't even know
If the one I like can like me back.
No hints, but if it's a guy, what if he's gay?
If it's a girl, what if she's straight?
This would be a bit easier if everyone was bi...
How am I supposed to try and say it,
If the one I like can't even feel it?
The Choice Was Never MineI didn't choose to love you
I didn't choose to hurt when you aren't around
I didn't choose to want to hold your hand
Or kiss you
Or make love to you
But I do
I didn't choose to desire you
I didn't choose to let you in
Or let you love me
Or start to feel
But I did
So how can they say that this is a choice
When I had no choice?
What if?What if I said it wasn't because Daddy loved me more and Mom never spent time with me? What if I said it wasn't because I got hand-me-down clothes from an older brother; who doesn't exist? What if I told you I'm this way because this is who I am meant to be? Would you hate me? Lash out? Act as if you never knew me? Or pretend you hadn't heard? Because you can choose to blame my family, the way I was raised, the people I choose to be friends with, and the events in my life, but you can't seem to accept that God would choose to make someone, a child, His child, like me? What happens to be so wrong with me? I've got parents who love me just the way I am, well most of the time. I have friends who are there for me when it feels like I have nothing more to give. And the love, this amazingly delightful love of a woman who cares about me more than anyone I've ever known. Doesn't everyone deserve that? Doesn't everyone deserve to feel wanted and cared about? So what if it comes from a man or a
Take Your Best ShotGo ahead.
Call me Gay.
I don't care.
I know I'm happier
than you ever will be.
WerewolvesWhen the howls of the werewolves are the things that we all hear,
Most will get their weapons out and gather up in fear.
But we mustn't be afraid of them and their obscure, dark past,
For we're the ones who treat them like they're monsters and outcasts.
When somebody went missing, we'd blame it's fearful cry,
And then we got our pitchforks, they were the ones to die.
Think of them as different, as wild or as free,
From this imperfect heaven that we call humanity.
Coming out to my parentsDear, Mom and Dad,
Please take some time to read this letter. I will explain what I truly am in this letter. But by the end of reading this letter, I don't know what you will think of me
I cannot hide this from you anymore. I am bisexual A bisexual person is a person who is attracted to both men and women.
And here is my biggest news. I am in love with Leah.
We have fun going back and forth through text and supporting each other. Even though we live in different states, we still have that long distant connection and love.
Please don't get mad at me. You didn't raise me wrong, you didn't treat me wrong. This is me. This is the person I turned out to be.
I want you to know this. But I need your support. I need you to understand that this is the way I turned out to be.
My heart tells me to stay true to myself and try to be the good girl and not to get in trouble. But this is what bothers me. Not having the guts to tell you that I am bisexual.
And don't be upset. I have fin
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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