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Jul 2015
This body is an illusion,
A shell for blind eyes.
The out is none like the in.
My mind isn't the body of me.

The parts of which gender me,
Isn't who I am within.
The world see's a shell,
That of a man.

All inside it isn't me,
     I am who I want to be,

             Set
                 Free!
Written by
Scott Robert David Wilson  Chester
(Chester)   
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