I don't find it fair.
It isn't fair...
But the sun shines bright in my semi-long hair.
But it isn't shining for me.
I drop my face to my knee
I flee,
The truth...
That the sun is shining for every pretty little girl whom'll never be me.
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Accept Me
PoetryClosets are for monsters. not little girls... A replica of a child's innocence and own unique diversity.A trans story. **LANGUAGE, Swearing, sex references, abuse. Please be read by 15+ or mature teens.
