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The summer before

My senior year

I came out 

To my family

And friends.

And I thought I was done

With needing to come out.


But college came,

And I knew almost nobody.

Nobody knew

The things that I knew,

And I had to come out 

Of the dark, damp, dusty closet

Yet again and again.

And it never ends.

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