Oh, where is he, the one I hold so dear?
He's gone, and I am left with tears to clear.
He was my rock, my shelter, my guiding light
The one who made my heart sing, day and night.
But now he's gone, and I am left alone
Left to pick up the pieces, to make my way back home.
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A Glaring Omission
I made peace with being cast out by others pretty early in life. As lonely as it may sound, I don’t recall many times during childhood when those actions affected me any longer than a moment or two. Being deemed the weird/gay/weird gay freak by everyone from neighborhood kids to blood relatives allowed me the privilege of sneaking away whenever I pleased to dive deeper into hobbies that molded the proud pop culture geek and writer I am today.
By Jonathan Apollo3 days ago in Psyche
Comments (1)
Nice wrok