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Feb 2022
My life is one born of instinct;
I act, I do not think.
Your accusations are indistinct,
but rational.
How could I possibly argue your truth?
Still, I feel my heart sink.
Perhaps I'm too lost in my youth.
My intrinsic patterns proved fatal.

Calling me a prepubescent child felt unneeded though.
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Katie
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Katie  25/Trans Female/Yeadon
(25/Trans Female/Yeadon)   
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     SUDHANSHU KUMAR and Katie
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