He lay in his bed that morning, dreading the day already.
He didn’t know why he felt the way he did.
He was lost, broken and confused.
The world forced him to feel otherwise.
Made him feel like there’s something wrong with him.
He couldn’t tell anyone, the fear far more bigger than the need.
But the more he kept it to himself, the more it destroyed him.
All he wanted was to be free, to be himself.
Every time he looked at him, he wished he would feel the same.
He wished he could tell him, he wished he would say it back.
That day when he lay in his bed, he looked forward to seeing him.
He looked forward to finding himself.

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