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Friday night, first week of May, you brought me here like a child. Hungry for new experiences. A new world. Scared that that world might not accept him as he is. Nervous.That night we drank, we danced, we laughed, and we kissed…. 
Do you know how frustrating it is, To be criss-crossed, Overturned, Outnumbered, By men who don’t see my worth?
As I turned the corner, there stood a man, aided by his friend, a drunk as drunk gets.   He couldn't walk. He couldn't talk. He coudn't think.  
Love cannot be infatuated by time.We could smile,
The doctors knew with her lips laced, she would stay true. As they had paced, her eyes had raced. Holding her hand, by now I'd faced this isn't band. If she didn't land in that sudden way; only if it's banned.
a dark night. a young girlwalksaloneher steps echoingunfamiliar footsteps no destinationvaigely familiar streetsnot far from a placeshe callsHer home(for now)
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