Sometimes when I am down in the dumps I repeat my baseline:
I am a woman. What do I want to be? A woman. What do I wish for? A woman. Cells interlinked. Cells interlinked upon cells interlinked upon cells interlinked.
But no matter how hard I try I am still stuck in my male body. I am never a real woman. Only in make believe, fantasy land. A slow death. It is like my life is a never ending string of disappointments.
This is why I can't be happy. This is why I hate society. This is why I can't be sane.
Humpty dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty dumpty had a great fall. Humpty dumpty could never put themselves back together again.
Sometimes I just want to bathe...in shards of broken glass...
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