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Dear whom ever I come to love,
     I'm sorry.  If you are around you will here that phrase often. I look to far in the future in stead of living in the now. I have dreamt about you  since I've  learned what love is. Will you be able to handle me at my best and at my worst? Are you able to handle the fact that some days I'm a girl and some days I'm a boy and sometimes  I  don't feel like anything. Are you able to handle that when I look in the mirror I want to cut all of my flaws off. Will you be strong enough to be with a person with scars. Good luck with me because I can't  even get along with myself.

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