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Me


I am Me. Nothing more than me. Physically Female. Mentally Male. Down right to every detail. Me is me. I am me. No one else is me, but me. I, who undergoes series of events in attempt to change my individuality. But to that I scoff and laugh. I am no false image posing to humanity. The truth is what’s true, the truth makes you truly you. Despite what others think or to what they say I still stand up, every damn day. Spit on me. Insult me with everything you got. No matter what you do I will not stop. Being me all I am now, regardless of the indifference of others or how they put me down. Because being myself is all that should matter, not the fact of climbing a complex social ladder. For you is you, and the appearance of what you see. That what is important that me is just me.
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