Mould Me Like Clay

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Mould me like clay.
Cleanse the mould
In my dark brain.

I feel so cold
Stuck in a shell
Of "wait 'til you're old".

My body is hell
Demon's claw out
And blood yells.

I want to shout
This isn't me
I'm stuck now.

I wish you'd see
I'm trapped
In a female body. 

12/08/2017 

C.J.

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