i speak and am met with derision get this faggot of the stage, the shout comes i try to wait them out but it never happens why am i always the one? symptom of a loser: think about what i should have said later and my turning away just shakes you to the core, doesn't it? there is a light at the end of the tunnel and im speeding toward it i came out, its your turn can't we still be friends but wait! you say who wants to be friends with a cocksucker you say well i guess you're not my friend any more but thats your choice no one ever made me do something i didn't want to do i don't want to listen to anymore homophobic bullshit it wasn't being on my own for so long it was my choice my freedom to be me i called you and got a dial tone when you found out who it was oh well... guess that's just the way it is and like tupac said: SOME THINGS WILL NEVER...CHANGE like who i am.Birth sign: Aries
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