'lesbian' 'middle school' 'identity' 'internalized homophobia'

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To the one I never loved,
To the one I never loved, Not a day goes by without me thinking of you.  I remember the feel of your lips. Your soft touch, your warm brown eyes.
To All The Little Gay Girls
To all the little gay girls Sitting in middle school Classrooms staring At the girl of their dreams Across the neverending Rows of desks
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