Honestly, hearts are just beautiful things.
They give life to you every day and they work with the brain in this weird way where you can feel what you're thinking. And in way it sucks, because for me, pain was pretty common in my life.
Not being able to be who you are is one really hellish thing. It made me want to just tear myself apart, but I vowed to myself that I would be whoever I had to be to survive in this world. I may not be happy but how could I ever be? If I told my parents, my life would be hell, while I don't tell them, my life still is hell.
But to be quite real, the heart is the only part of my body that I like. Because it knew who I was without me even having to say it. It was the one thing that'd always be the real me. Even if I could be my true self, my heart would be one of the things that wouldn't change. The only thing that actually felt mutual across my body.
My heart defined who I was, better than anything or anyone ever could.
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Little RainDrops |LGBTQ Story(: | by Jasmine Davis (A PREVIEW OF EACH CHARACTER)
RomanceIt's basically about how everyone matters and its supposed to help everyone realize they're worth it. There are 5 main characters and perspectives: Jamie who is a transgender boy who finally finds peace at the end of the book and maybe a love. His c...
