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Dec 2014
Tonight I sleep in the sky and fly with the stars
Shedding behind the old worn skin of the days past
Entering the safest place, my mind
And meeting the most encouraging person, myself.

I used to scream silently into the dead broken night
In the now concaved woods, that once enveloped me
And now that I have found the freedom to drop the rust covered blade
I am able to feel the pleasures of the ice cold rain

My newfound strength uplifts me
As my real self comes out, quivering with fear
I am not child nor a woman
I am a transgender man with much to live for and much to give

I maybe young but my eyes are old
I was raised to be an adult before my time
I shall rise to the occasion and give the love I have
While still leaving some to be received

I am sick of a greedy world full of pain and suffering
I am sick of my sarcastic, pessimistic values
I am dreadfully tired of the life that was handed to me
And I am ready to start anew....of my own and by myself.
I haven't been on for awhile. I had a panic attack and then an emotional overload the day after. I did some soul search on who I WANT to be versus who I have made myself out to be. I know what I want, but can my friends and family accept it...? I hope so.
Written by
Oleander Micheal Osiris  Non-binary/USA
(Non-binary/USA)   
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     ---, Bhupathi Prabhakara Rao and Erenn
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