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She could feel a grin grace her face,
smudging the painted flags that stained her dark cheeks
As she gazed out at the people surrounding her
She couldn't help but think
This is the one night
The one night they could be themselves
The one night where they could hear the right name instead of the wrong pronouns.
Where they could hear loud and loving compliments rather than mumbled and acidic insults
Where they could dress and act how they wanted without the fear of rejection waiting right outside their bedroom door
The one night
Where they could see themselves in the mirror
And be PROUD of the person who smiles back
Happy ******* Pride *******!!!!
15/Agender/My floor, probably
(15/Agender/My floor, probably)
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