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They are normal and they can
Marry who you love to be happy, but you can't if you're one of the
Freaks like us obviously can't function in
Society doesn't understand the
Hardship and grief are only the
Begginnings are always sweetest when you
"Accept us for who we are" they say they do but they're
Lying is just a part of life when you live a
Facade blocks out your emotions, yet don't I get to have
Happiness is taken for granted when you're normal since we don't have these
Rights are for everyone, but not us, don't I get those
Human rights, since no matter what you think I am
Human?
Marry who you love to be happy, but you can't if you're one of the
Freaks like us obviously can't function in
Society doesn't understand the
Hardship and grief are only the
Begginnings are always sweetest when you
"Accept us for who we are" they say they do but they're
Lying is just a part of life when you live a
Facade blocks out your emotions, yet don't I get to have
Happiness is taken for granted when you're normal since we don't have these
Rights are for everyone, but not us, don't I get those
Human rights, since no matter what you think I am
Human?
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Forever
It was a white light, just like people said, except you didn't walk into it.
In fact, it was all around him.
Engulfing him the moment he closed his eyes, seeing his old friend for the last time.
He had been waiting for this day for so very long, hoping it was soon.
After 5 billion years of seeing space, fighting aliens, saving Earth and becoming the Face of Boe, Captain Jack Harkness had had enough and now was getting what he wished for.
But then, the lights around him started dimming and he panicked in his mind, thinking he was going back to the living again after so long of doing so before when actually, it was quite the opposite.
He
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Sleep talk
Jack Harkness smiled softly as he watched his young lover sleep;
watching Ianto was fast becoming one of Jacks favorite hobbies.
Ianto shifted in his sleep, squeezing himself closer into Jack's hot body,
away from to cold concrete wall beside the small bed.
"Dim, peidiwch â lladd bod arth Panda!" he mutters into Jack's chest, Jack could feel Ianto's warm breath on his naked skin, and chuckled quietly. He might not have be able to speak Welsh very well but he could understand it. He was also used to having bazaar conversations with a sleeping Ianto, it would range from how to get Janet into a dress to whether or not there are parallel
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Ten Minutes and Counting (Janto) - ch.1
Captain Jack Harkness sat in his chair, swivelling. His elbows rested on the sides, fingers knitted in front of his face, just under his nose. He kept his eyes on the computer on the desk in front of him. The desk was too high for his liking and the keys were set too close together. He shifted his weight on the chair and huffed as it squeaked and bounced. He missed the old hub.
"Jack I'm going to get a coffee! Do you want one?" A familiar voice called from behind him and his eyes flickered in the woman's direction.
He shook his head. Captain Jack avoided coffee now. The beverage stirred up too many memories. It was the good memories that hu
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I got the idea to write my first poem supporting gay rights, namely gay marriage. This is serious. Gay rights shouldn't even have to be fought for, since, in my opinion, we're not that different from anyone else. We are, after all, human.
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Nope. Human anomaly.