I am the gay ghost. You can't see me, but you feel my presence.
I haunt your every waking hour. There are times when you toss, turn and thrash about in sleep trying to escape me. Daylight hours find you screaming at my live brethren in a futile attempt to put me to rest. You have been schooled in intolerance regarding my existence.
These lessons have manifested into self-loathing masked as morality. There will never be an escape from me as long as you are unable to accept yourself. I have no pity. I am the gay ghost.
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