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Mar 2015
I walk through these halls of bigotry
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Nancy boy

I try to brush off the names
But they seem to stick

They haunt my dreams
They stalk my waking mind

I bleed the same color as the rest of you
Do you need to see to believe?
This is what its like growing up gay
Dagan Love
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Dagan Love  Choctaw OK
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