My heart goes out to you.
You, who is sitting there in despair. Hopeless.
Scared.
You, whose secrets and fears consume your entire being.
My heart goes out to you.
You can’t tell anyone. They won’t understand. They’ll kick you while you are down.
It’s too painful.
So you push. Down. Deeper it’ll go.
Don’t speak it. Don’t think about it.
It’ll go away, right?
It better go away.
My heart goes out to you.
Your ears perk up every time you hear them talk about it.
About you.
The words they say pierce deep.
“Sick. Perverted. Twisted. Unholy.”
Unwelcome.
You put on a brave face. Nod in agreement.
And push. Down. Deeper.
You can’t speak it.
Fear.
What if they found out.
What if they knew?
They would kill you.
Fight it. Push it down.
It’ll go away.
Right?
My heart goes out to you.
You who are loved deeply.
You who are known.
You are known.
You are loved.
You are welcome.
You are accepted.
Unconditionally.
You. Whose heart is full of pain.
Are beautiful.
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