internalized homophobia

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it's like being a dandelion in a field of flowersyou look like them, you smell like them, you feel like them   but you're a weed  
we have rejected every single form of rules we were taught to obey   my soul feels different when you are around, like hands being held together   thats what love is, against all odds
They didn’t tell you that cherry cola was wrong, but they let you know it was.  They said that only the sick minded drank it, declared from a broken and cracked pulpit
Dirty Dirty, dirty words How dare you speak them in my house My home, His house Who I am is not dirty But let it be undefined, unspoken
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