I tried, I honestly did. I wanted to belong. I wanted to return to my church. I didn't want to look into my parents eyes and see shame, revolt.
Seeing the other people around me struggling took everything out of me. I couldn't imagine a lifetime without following my heart.
Sometime, it must have been during the second month, I couldn't remember who I was anymore. Did I ever really know who I was? I envisioned myself as a young girl in Sunday school, blurting out innocent answers. I just wanted to be, just wanted to live and love. I wanted that again, without barriers.
Did I not have an aunt in Seattle?
Seeing the other people around me struggling took everything out of me. I couldn't imagine a lifetime without following my heart.
Sometime, it must have been during the second month, I couldn't remember who I was anymore. Did I ever really know who I was? I envisioned myself as a young girl in Sunday school, blurting out innocent answers. I just wanted to be, just wanted to live and love. I wanted that again, without barriers.
Did I not have an aunt in Seattle?
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