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I made myself
Stand and watch myself cry in the mirror.

With blue streaks all over my face from the mustache I'd drawn in earlier, I was surprised at the little twitches and shivers my face made at the thoughts, I'm unhappy as a woman; I'm not a woman.

That still makes me cringe, a little sob welling inside.

I am unhappy as a female. I fucking hate it.

I was torn; the image in the mirror actually looked plausible, mustache and all. It set me off on a crying jag that I will likely return to shortly.

I'm not a woman.

Not in my head, anyway.

But what about your family??

Fuck off, thoughts. Let my ki-yi in peace.

What about your doctor?

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