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"Ew!" you will yell and wrinkle your nose every time you see a gay person. You will look at me like you expect me to agree with you. I don't. "There is  nothing  wrong with gay people. They're just like you and me. You're so homophobic," I say to you. I hate that you are like this. I know you are my best friend but if you know if you say things like that, I feel embarrassed to be seen with you. "I'm  not  homophobic. I just find gay people  disgusting!  " You say coldly. "Thinking that they are disgusting  is  homophobic." "So what if I  AM  homophobic? Why does it matter if I AM?" you question me. I shrug my shoulders. I know that i

There's a girl I know....and I'm afraid for her. She doesn't know who she is, She's trying to figure it out. She wants to be right, but only seems to do wrong. She looks ahead, but can't forget the past. She's scarred and wounded, and it's never healed. She has no best friend, she feels alone in this world. She's afraid to be herself. She wants to let it all out, but always holds it in. She is happy on the outside, but inside sobbing. She doesn't know who her friends are. She wants to start over. She wants to forget. She wants to know who she is. But in the end, she's to scared to try. Her secret? No one knows. No one cares to