When I was small I would lie
every single day
and run to the mirror to see if my
nose had grown
because all I wanted was
to be a real boy.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
When I was small I would lie
every single day
and run to the mirror to see if my
nose had grown
because all I wanted was
to be a real boy.
Pooping out a shortie.
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