Writers With Mental Illness

How Domestic Violence Kept Me From Coming Out

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I remember the first time a pretty girl kissed me. We were both on ecstasy at a rave. She had shiny bleached hair, so over-treated it was silver, and it fell perfectly straight just to her jawline. I thought she looked like a model or a pop star, and I couldn’t believe she wanted to…

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