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Oct 2019
I break down and my hands shake,
I am a man,
I breathe nicotine.

I am a man and clench my fists,
I drink like a mad broker who lost his deal.

I am a man and I cannot cry,
My masochism refrained me to do so

I am a man and I lost my pride
I' trapped in a woman's body for years now

My ******* say I lie
And my hips are made for birthing and wide

I'm a man who lost his woman
And he dug his grave last night.
Sukanya Basu
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Sukanya Basu  23/F/Nowhere
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