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MatureComplete Sat, Dec 28, 201919m
2019 was a big year for me. A dear friend died , i had to repeat senior year of high school , I caught my dad cheating on my mom , I moved on from an abusive relationship that lasted for 2 years , I went to university , I fell in love for the first time , my parents got divorced , I got my heart broken by that person , I discovered I was transgender ,I came out to my friends as bisexual and transgender and I turned 20 years old ( which was a big deal for me ).
All of that happened in one year and during most of this year my only way to let it out was these 'poems ' I know they aren't perfect but they are very real and true . I wanted to post them in order to look back at them one day and realize that Everything is better . As I'm writing this ( Tuesday, 17th of December,2019) it isn't 2020 yet and I have no idea if I still have something to write before the year ends but I just wanted to say that if you relate to all of it or just one thing you can make it and if I survived all of that so can you .
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