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7h
I am weird  
Born weird  
Since the first breath  
Since the first blink  
I knew it.  
I felt it.  
I was… weird.

And with the weirdness  
Came the pain  
The pain of knowing  
The pain of self conscious
The pain of being... weard

And in that pain  
A cold, cruel hope—  
To change.  
Change.  
Change…



Impossible.  
Change.
Gustavo G
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Gustavo G  35/M/Brasil
(35/M/Brasil)   
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