I'm a boy, I wish to be strong and masculine. I'm a boy. I like doing typically male things.
I'm a boy but I squirm and flinch when the words he and him get uttered about me, but I'm a boy. My dad told me so and so does my genitalia. I'm a boy.
I'm a boy, but in an ideal world the word 'she' and 'her' fit perfectly. I could be strong, masculine but undeniably feminine.
My name is Samual, even if I smile brighter when Colby calls me Samantha even if to make fun.
But I'm a Boy.
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100 Words | 100 prompts
FanfictionJust a place to put all of my Solby 100 drabbled prompts from tumblr.
