I walk this road, this road towards my truth.

My truth which I have fought long and hard

To find and hold onto.

Always searching for myself in this shell of a body.

This shell isn't me, but I've come to love it.

I've come to love the body I was given,

Not because it is mine,

But because it got me this far.

I've put it through hell and back,

And I've got the scars to prove it.

But after all these years,

After all the tears and pain,

The hatred and screaming,

This shell of a body will finally be mine.

This will be me.

I made it me.

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