I want to be a girl.
I want to be called pretty, to wear the most beautiful dresses. I want long hair that I can braid and I want the most gorgeous nails. I want boys to look at me and think "wow" without having to wonder if they're gay. I want big hips, a small waist, long slim legs, and a face that's perfect for everything.
I want to be a boy.
I want to be called handsome, and wear suits that makes my shoulders look broad. I want short hair that can be ruffled by my friends, and I want boys too looks at me and think "he looks so cool". I want small hips and big biceps, and I want eyebags that aren't too obvious. I want bushy brows and a beard.
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Poetry for the weak of heart
PoetryA simple collection of somewhat personal poetry. It is mainly directed at the following groups: The fatherless gays. The band kids. The people who didn't have a fnaf phase. The people who want to run away with the love of their life. The people who...
