Choosing paths
The neighborhood was quiet and business like, no birds chirping, no neighbor screaming, I missed the little things but I wanted to be who I was, to live freely not as a FAG but as a person.
I'd come a long way, fought so many battles, seen so much pain to break down here.
You don’t know pain but you will
Rays words echoed in my head, I stared at the ceiling vehemently, what did he know about pain? Just because he had a past didn’t mean I didn’t know pain, pain was pain, was any greater than the other?
A needle lodged in your neck or a knife in your chest?
I'm definitely picking the needle, ok fine maybe some pains are greater than others but I knew pain too, I had my own past too, why was I
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