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my parents aren't the brightest sparks,

I don't think they'd understand.

I'm not happy in my skin,

or the way my hair falls down my back and shoulders.


I wish to get rid of my breasts,

to have a deeper voice.

I wish I could have the confidence to ask,

may I please be a boy?


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