My life was full of hesitation, ever since that fateful revelation. My existence was rife with misery and sorrow, the truth of my sexuality was hard to swallow.
My fate was seemingly sealed, as I preferred the peace of the grave over living my life concealed. The fear of losing friend and family kept me in chains while this facade of my life remains.
Every night I awaited the embrace of death, only awakening to the irongrip of disrespect. Over time I learned that The Closet Is Death