'growing up' 'life' 'emotional abuse' 'gay' 'lgbt' 'childhood'
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A tender feeling, a place to remember
Plenty of nescient people nearby
Small local shops owned by families of eight
Indistinguishable back roads and ways out the state
It’s dark.
It’s cold.
And I’m alone.
It smells of bad ideas and regret.
The dust is suffocating me.
The clothes tempt me.
If I met me now
What would I say?
Would I smile?
Would I blush?
Would I turn away?
I see my face,
See it next to mine.
Who are you?
Are you sure
That I end up fine?
