Well, I was a little bit down when I woke this morning. I struggled with the questions; "What am I doing this for? If I can't be female between my legs, what's the point?" I felt like "I'm going to die a freak, no matter what" I'm doing a bit better now, thanks to my friend Kylie, but those feelings are still there to some extent. Pray for me.
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To cheer you up
Each day we might wake and feel so sad, we’re just the same
Nothing changed, oh life is cruel, yet we’ve tried to change our name
It’s not that thing between our legs that counts or if we wear a bra
When we wake up, it’s what we do, that makes us who we are
To us you are a special girl so blow away your fears
It’s your heart that counts, and most of all it’s what’s between your ears.
"and most of all it’s
"and most of all it’s what’s between your ears"
Exactly. "You" are what's between your ears. Everything else is just window dressing.
Kris
Kris
{I leave a trail of Kudos as I browse the site. Be careful where you step!}
Team Dorothy,
assemble! *Huggles*