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I was calling your name. My whole existence revolved around that one name, that name that always appeared to be readied inside my throat, ready to escape my lips at any moment. Whether questioningly, or with exasperation, admiration or with frustration; your name was the one that was always there. It was your name that I heard the most. People talk about you a lot. It's your other names that I hear as well. Freak. Creep. Simply, Him. It was the tones with which they say it, the slight hesitations or intonation of their voices as they say your syllables. It brings with it their feelings towards you. But now I am screaming your name w