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Straight people can be so nosy sometimes
There’s always something y’all want to know about what I do in the bedroom.
But at the same time none of you really do
And honestly I don’t understand.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Count to ten.
One.
Two.
Your heart begins beating faster and faster, causing a terrible pain inside.
You bring your hands to your chest and dig your fingers into yourself.
I say One.
You say Fun.
I say Two.
You say "Who?"
I say Three.
You say Me.
I say Four.
You ask for More.
I say Five.
You just Jive.
I say Six.
You make Clicks.
Good times and bad times, all sand in a fist
People you love soon be gone like a mist
Your wings will be broken, then mended to fly
Count every smile, not tear that you cry
