granny used to ask me if i liked any girls,
but my answer was always a 'no' because my heart belonged to a boy ever since i was little.

but when i told her about him,
she spat at me like a snake,
"you are a boy, meant to like girls! you ugly, useless filth! faggot! a useless faggot!"

she stopped talking to me since then but her words haunted me.
i tried changing myself, my brain agreed quickly but my heart craved for him and only him.

now, after years of struggle, as i lay with him in my arms, i feel safe,
he made me realise that i wasn't useless, nor was i a faggot...
i was just a human, who's heart craved differently.

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-happy ending!-
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