Please, no more
Of your sympathy
Of what I am.
For I am human, just like you.
I cannot be cured
For I do not have a disease.
What I have, but you cannot see,
Is love.
Love for you,
Love for me.
Love for him,
Love for her.
Is it not all the same,
But different in the way
We understand?
I am he, he is he.
We love like anyone.
We kiss like all.
We want as many.
We hold as always.
If you believe my words,
Then, why, why
do you ask when
I decided to be me?
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