The Tale Of Kyle (boyxboy)(ftm)
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have you ever felt trapped? suffocated, kindve like some one has a plastic bag around your head? or that dreaded feeling in your stomach when you just know something is wrong? Yeah. That's how I feel constantly. Okay so maybe I should rewind and start from the beginning ....
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