A/n: I'm v v sorry for the choppiness of the last chapter and I may go back and fix it later
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Somehow as I walk down our school hallway, I only thought one thing
"I dragged my lazy ass out of bed for you"
It's true, I did
This place is a literal hell hole for me
It fills me with depression
And anxiety
The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of being able to see my best friend at the end of the day
She grounds me
She keeps me sane
(Even though she is less sane then me)
I love her
She loves me
But everybody loves me
They all think in so kind and innocent
So normal
So straight
So perfect
People only love me because I am "perfect"
I'm only " perfect" because I am an innocent girl
Eat my perfect-ass shorts
I am a fucking THEY
I am not perfect
I am probably as far way from perfect as possible
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A Boy in Pink
PoetryA trans boy is depressed He hates himself, and others around him Life apparently hates him too A pansexual demigirl is also depressed For different reasons She has been thrown out of her house because she is queer And now we have our little genderfl...
