what you are has no name and you have no known words to describe it. you desperately want to be recognized as only the human you feel you are, but are denied that. you internalize your labeled role and detach yourself from your humanity when coerced.
it’s beautiful metaphor for closeted queerness
it’s beautiful metaphor for closeted queerness
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Akiangel. You can’t touch the person you’re so drawn to and find such solidarity in. You’ll die to the world if you do that.