He looks in the mirror and hates what he sees.
He isn't want he want to be,
His flesh is messed up,
This body isn't his own,
He was born a girl
And feels so alone
-R.Blackwell
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Stretch Marks
PoetryI'm slowly getting better. I write things here because it clears my head. Read it if you wish. Just a bunch of horrible poetry. The gray areas are hard. so i'll write through them "Starry skies and butterflies are all it takes to fall in love" ~R.Bl...
