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Mar 2015
Sometimes in the world there are people like me. Who grow up wrong and never learn to be free. We are either locked up or just nowhere to be found. We want to be free, but we don't know how. Only if someone would help us, someone would care. Someone would talk to us and tell us their there. Then maybe just maybe we can start to take the steps to the freedom we always dreamed of.
this is a poem I wrote when I was ten years old. It's not my best but it's okay.
Written by
Kris Keller  24/Transgender Male/Oregon
(24/Transgender Male/Oregon)   
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