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Late - ly I can feel the i - tch, I know: It's preposterous. Wh - y is it, that I never can de - cide who it is I am, with con - fi - dence? Modern tools aside, I still take the r - ide taken near distantly by my an - ces - tors. Late - ly I can feel the i - tch, I know! It's preposterous. Now, kids, please listen as you read my voice how you like. How you like. I thought I would die by the time I was twenty five at fifteen -- but look at me. Now, kids, I'm touching twenty nine with a cer - tain newfound confidence. I survived the prescription pills, the gender redefinition, as well as the hormone therapy, and I want to tell you that I, believe in you. I believe in you. Cel - ebrate all of your pain at your whim and as you live, well, the pain will become your friend and your impetus. Lately, I can feel the itch. I know it's preposterous, but I must continue to explore and change unless I aspire to placidity, and I don't-- in fact I never will.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
Match & Pitch: Once More, With Confidence
Late - ly I can feel the i - tch, I know: It's preposterous. Wh - y is it, that I never can de - cide who it is I am, with con - fi - dence? Modern tools aside, I still take the r - ide taken near distantly by my an - ces - tors. Late - ly I can feel the i - tch, I know! It's preposterous. Now, kids, please listen as you read my voice how you like. How you like. I thought I would die by the time I was twenty five at fifteen -- but look at me. Now, kids, I'm touching twenty nine with a cer - tain newfound confidence. I survived the prescription pills, the gender redefinition, as well as the hormone therapy, and I want to tell you that I, believe in you. I believe in you. Cel - ebrate all of your pain at your whim and as you live, well, the pain will become your friend and your impetus. Lately, I can feel the itch. I know it's preposterous, but I must continue to explore and change unless I aspire to placidity, and I don't-- in fact I never will.
Once more, kids, with confidence. Misfits, hold out, survive. You're important. <3
Simillacrum
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
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