We all live in a closet.
Every last one of us.
Our closets are filled with skeletons and secrets and other things that the world can never know. Because the world we know isn't ready to know the real us.
I envy those who can come out of their closets. The brave people who can tell their peers of their true sexuality, their true religion or their true pasts.
Luckily, though, I've managed to peek out of my closet just as like-minded people did the same. And now I've got other closets I can visit without fear of persecution. Other closets that are safe for people like me.
And for the time being, I'm fine living in my little closet. But I yearn for the day to be truly free.
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