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[bankie]

I have the mind of someone who has been lost for several years. Identity is no longer an option, so the quest for one becomes obsolete. When I put my thoughts to words they become jumbled and incoherent, and it seems unlikely there will ever be an end product. These words lie and tell a truth. They will likely never be seen by another’s eyes. Pity

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[leelah]

your writing has developed into something completely different and wonderful.