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I never was the perfect child

Not the daughter my parents wanted

My mom isn't my best friend,

My dad and I hardly speak

My sister posts pictures of herself doing yoga on the beach,

And I'm picking endlessly at my skin


I'm not the perfect daughter.

But I am building a life for myself.

I'm becoming a man,

Living up to my own standards.

I'm teaching myself 

That life is meant to be lived

That I deserve to breathe free


I'm building my pride the way I've been building my muscle for three years now

I'm breaking through the barriers

I stand

Bronze piston legs gleaming in the sun

Wind whispering through my short red hair

I'm the black sheep

But I'm fucking glorious

I am a majestic mother fucker

This is my life to live

And I'm gonna fucking live it.


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Not quite sure where I'm going, but I'm going somewhere, that's for sure.

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yall are all making me cry on this fine night, huh. holy s h i t this is good. feels like anger in all the right ways, if that makes any sense?

current number of classic lit characters ive gone out of my way to project on and reason out why they might be gay: 8

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