Mirrors hate me

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When I look in a mirror, for as long as I can remember,

I hide my chest and feel like dying,

I hate my gender,

Want to stop trying,

Want to cut off my breast and bleed to death,

If it means I will see myself as a man,

I will do it, even if it is my last breath.

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