hriqe

 I chose this way of life. I chose to be ostracized by the general public. I chose to live in a way, My parents want to kill me for, And my family wants to disown me. I chose this way, Where no matter how good I am, How caring or faithful, My place of worship, Says I'll rot in hell. I chose to put up with, All of the heckling, Fag, Homo, Queer. Yup, I chose that all. I chose a way, Where in most places, I can't marry someone, I love with all my heart. I chose to live my life, So that if I want to bring in a child, The world will scorn me, And deny me a family of my own. I chose to be treated as sub-human, By the majori

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