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For all the beautiful homosexuals
Stuck in the body, not ment for himself.
For this fault he was shut out
An outcast in the eyes of this twisted sociaty
He longed for acceptence
Never to be received
Punished for attractions he could not help
Treated like a sick mutation.
In all reality he was no different
Simple lust for the same sex
He was forced to hide his love in the shadows of sociaty
He grew tired
Tired of fighting a battle of ignorance and intolerance
a battle that should have been overcome
long before the twenty-first century
His frustrations grew
And his life came down to
A moment of weakness
And a shot gun in his hand
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