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A poem bi me

Hello Goodbi No, not incorrect spelling I am a good bi But what does that mean? From the age of 8 all I ever heard about was mothers and fathers That one day I'd find a wife and be a husband But but​ 10 I had, feelings. The first time I tried to open up about them I was explained that opposites attract so I must be wrong. Two men couldn't possibly be right. So I brand myself straight, after fixing the curve to fit in By 12 I had learned a new word. Bisexual. But what is it? Who is it? Knock knock Who's there? It's me Hello Goodbi Yes, I am a good bi I indulged this new finding and what I found was myself Among something I could call myself besides confused. So here I am. Spry, bi, and ready to try Try to be the best bi I can be By being myself.
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EmptyAstronaut
21 / Non-binary / The Nothingness
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EmptyAstronaut
21 / Non-binary / The Nothingness
Published
May 8, 2017
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A friend of mine came out to me as bisexual. I could relate

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