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Your Son, Not Your Daughter


Dear Mom & Dad,

I hate to say this, but you both make me extremely sad.

Why did you give me so much fucking false hope?

Maybe I should end this rejection with a tight rope.

I don't want these memories anymore.

So I'm packing up my things and I'm gonna slam the door.

The worse part is being with you used to feel like home.

But what's a home without love?

What's a home if it's filled with so many fucking ghosts?

                                                               Sincerely,

                                                                              Your transgender son

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