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Gal? Pal? Wait, what now? How? Bound to get some questions from this, some hate; a backlash. The funny side of this is my middle name can basically be a backslash. Some will say I don't have to mention. Others will say I'm doing it for attention. I'm doing it because I don't know. I'm putting my confusion fully on show. Whoohoo! Yippie! Let's go! I don't have to be shy. So what? Sometimes, I feel pretty much, like a guy Perhaps, the majority will stigmatise. For you see, my gender does not fit into a pretty little box, at least not in society’s eyes
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
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i know about an unknown town that has with some its own renown such legends hold since days of old of a tale that’s told about this town the tale is of the oral style passed along through green and guile he that hears it ever fears it yet adheres its cruel revile around this town, there is a wood so dark, and deep and long it stood and there inside the dark does hide but from outside all seems as should tormented by this telling tale this tortured town within the vale was soon to fall unto its call when one and all it would travail not far away at forests edge a sorry son breaks through the hedge running gasping sore throat rasping but collapsing upon the sedge as shameful tears begin to fall the knowing winds begin their call night brings dreary wet with weary earthly eerie set to enthrall at night these woods protect the dark awash with pitch both leaf and bark and all he fears it reappears and yet his tears provide a spark the secret moon provides the light and then the smell of wood alight a distant fire he must inquire if to retire but for the night now moving on between the trees perhaps a moment to be seized dismissing chance and circumstance and so advance as fate decrees
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
the telling tale (part 1)