and taken away, of being beat, of having hateful things said to me for the rest of my life. But I have to come out. I have to know what they will do. I have to know if they will still love me. It's killing me, all the lying. I fought my own class phobia for so long, hated myself, hated that part of me, that I won't let anyone else treat me like that. I'm going to come out this summer.
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