Nov 2018
Your presence goes unnoticed.
Your smile is benign.
I can see through you... as if you were not here.
Is this it?
Is this... moving on?
I feel like a feather in the summer wind.
Your smile is benign.
I can see through you... as if you were not here.
Is this it?
Is this... moving on?
I feel like a feather in the summer wind.
I think... I did it.
(20/Transgender Female/France)
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