December 20, 2011
Someday, they all won’t care.
Wont care what we wear,
What we say,
And what we do.

Someday, our choices will be accepted.
The changes we make,
The people we love,
And the life we choose.

Someday, our pasts will be forever gone.
The hurt we once held deep,
The secrets that we keep,
And the hearts that we have broken.

As we sit in the dark, waiting for someday,
We wish that our choices will be accepted
We wish that our pasts will be gone like the wind
And we wish that our future will be chosen by us,
Not our peers.

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