I may be a rose,
But I'm wilting
My scars are healing
But I'm wilting
My belly is full
But I'm wilting
I'm still stuck
So I'm wilting
Slowly and surely
I've been wilting
(The other poem was written by my Gi Mycroft_The_Whovian)
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The Man -FtM a transgender life-
PoetryPoems for all the trans guys out there ~May be triggering~
