Thoughts from a transgirl
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Its a bunch of thoughts that I had, some stories, some confessions etc.
At first I put it into a virtual diary now I'd like to put them here for people to see.
Maybe help those going through the same or similar.
Or help others understand a bit better.
My problems are not the same as everyone elses.
I suck at updating, if it says I hadn't updated in a while then I'm just at a sucky spot.
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