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I don't know
If I'll live till the age
I've always wanted to be
Sixteen.
It's a long time
But with the emptiness
I deal with everday I'll be lucky to be
Fifteen.
It's an odd thing
To know when you're
Just a sad lonely tranny at
Fourteen.
But I've known
All of this would be true
When I was a sad little kid aged
Thirteen.

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