You wake up, open our eyes and realize that you are a boy who wants to be a girl trapped in the body of a woman.
When you are tired of just being one of the boys
and you try on old clothes and in new clothes
but nothing fits,
your hair is a mess,
your skin doesn´t have the ivory quality it used to,
and no one has brought you flowers in years,
or taken you to the cinema,
or gone to pick you up at work.
But at the end of the day you just want to be beatiful.
And that someone else thinks that you are beatiful.
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