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He
He looked in the mirror hot tears spilling down his red cheeks
quiet sobs filling the room
The male sobbed harder as his legs felt weaker and weaker with every sob he let out
His fists tightened as he saw his feminine reflection
He wasn't like this it wasn't him
But how could he say this to his loved ones how could he?
He knew they wouldn't understand he knew how would they react
"What do you mean you are a boy? you are my precious little girl [dead name]!"
"[Dead name] it's just a phase you get over it soon!"
"OH PLEASE STOP WITH YOUR BULLCRAP [DEAD NAME}"
He just couldn't bare the thought of it...No he couldn't..
He knew that he would just break there
But he couldn't bare the thought of being the precious little girl.
He wasn't one he never was one
But he knew they would never understand it
they never will...
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-//Emotions//-
RandomThis book is made for me to let my emotions out i'm shit at making books but don't really care this book prob will contain triggers but i try and put warning up ig. any Art in here is not made by me, (besides the one at the (update) one♡︎)
