my friend once told me:
"it was as I sat in my darkened room that I was joined by the other:
He sat besides me on my confused grey bed, encasing me in his sturdy arms,
and as I stared upon his pain filled eyes I realised they were mine,
my pain,my shade of sinful green, my conflicted thoughts,
my eyes looked back at me,
and seeing myself in those hurt eyes, I had to look away,
not bearing to see my own pitiful form in his eyes that matched mine perfectly,
and as the thoughts returned, a pain in the chest, a poison in my veins,
like "the sinful poison" that I needed in my body,
the evil that "went against biology",
like the pain of hiding my chest, a sharp sting that I could take no longer,
and as I asked him who he was, he smiled at me sadly and pulled me close,
"I am nothing, yet your everything, I am who you will become",
he whispered as tears slid down our faces,
his arms pulled mine around him, my arms circled around myself,
and for the first time, I felt right, I felt complete.
In the dark of my room found myself."
And for that, I told him he was so strong, I am so thankful for having such a brave hero.
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