January 6th, 2018

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I didn't want to just live for Thatcher but somehow it was enough.
I didn't want this to be something out of "The Fault in Our Starts"
Two support group kids.
He couldn't begin to understand me.
But I wanted him to.
Most people don't understand my gender, therefore no one gets passed it enough to even touch my personality or feelings. My feelings seem more misunderstood than my gender at Thanksgiving with my republican family.
I told him to meet me at dancers dinner.
It's my new plan A it seems.
It might be better than dying.

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