TRANSGENDER JOURNAL FOR ERIC
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sun, May 13, 2018
This is a story about me and my encounters being Transgender, my story is still going, so this story will not be ending, it will still be going, WARNING there might be mentions of suicide and other things that may be sensitive to others to be careful.
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