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He Is Not Her, He Is Him

Often he feels as if he killed her. she was a daughter, a sister, niece, granddaughter, Aunt and a girlfriend.

No longer is she any of those things because she became him.

Now he is a son, brother, nephew, grandson, uncle and boyfriend.

She left behind a life for him, a life he now lives.

He lived inside her for too long and now he is free but many still see him as he used to be.

They see him as her but he is not her, he is just him.

So now he feels trapped, how could he explain that he is not her?

It's like her stole her life and who she used to be, which leads him to often believe that he killed her.

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Written by
MaxTate
18 / FTM
Published
May 1, 2015
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8·127
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Just something I wrote about how I feel as a transmale

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#trans#transgender#ftm
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