I used to be that happy little girl who danced trough the streets, smiled at everyone she met.
Now I am that depressed boy who locks himself up in his room, never comming out, because people might notice his boobs.
Oh, the difference between this two.
But both are part of me and my past.
Who will I tomorrow be?
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Dysphoria
PoetryThis is a book about dysphoria and will contain poems about this subject Most of the poems will be about gendre dysphoria This book will also contain poems about other dysphoria's and dysphoria in general Some of the poems will be personal and other...
