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With every loss of something comes a gain of something else.
Something new and different.
With each person I tell it becomes more real.
It's good to be myself, but it brings a certain awkwardness as well.
I'm okay with not fighting "it" anymore.
But I'm not okay with being "it" yet.
Something new and different.
With each person I tell it becomes more real.
It's good to be myself, but it brings a certain awkwardness as well.
I'm okay with not fighting "it" anymore.
But I'm not okay with being "it" yet.