Femininity burns bright against the haze of masculinity, as two becomes one. I hid my femininity from the world and denied myself as a whole. I set my femininity free to understand what it means for my masculinity and me, as I feel confident in my femininity. My masculinity tries to fight back, as my feminine voice screams, "My name is Brie!.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
