LGBT
Pride oozes thy thoughts with a sense of bliss.
Fading the definition between love and lust; anger and care amongst other subtly pristine distinctions.
There is fear. There is caution. There is an innocuous threat... in the shadows somewhere deep. That the self may strongly deny. Freedom knocks on your door, the day you overpower these danglers with clarity sublime. As that sublimity brings back the distinctions of life, that were in plain sight yet sourly defied.
Loneliness can be dangerous. It makes people do unimaginable things. When thy is made to choose between two grenade laid out paths. Choice between the bad and worse, where the worse poses threat to one's own life, then one concedes to choose the lesser one undesired.
The feminine race hordes the community of men, in backlash and blame for having ill treated them for the past century or decade, sometimes just because they're men.
Then, what options are left with men. On occasions, its the masculine race that hordes the community of woman.
On other occasions, its a choice made willingly. Here again, experiences put across the choices one considers. Underlining, the reality of people neglecting to face themselves: that fear is too strong, that caution is too heavy, that threat is on the edge. Never having seen another path ahead.
To make one see the naked truth about their own identity, abreast - a dead habit they lived.
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