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He spends his entire life hidden under his cloak. His few see him as someone who will jump up and rush to try and help someone in need. His family sees him as someone who hurts all around him. The bullies at school look down upon him and snare.People tell him he is an insiration to all others in the community, while others tell him to kill himself when he is even the tiniest bit happy. They knock him down and kick him some more when he is already helpessly on the ground. He was not always wearing that cloak of doubt, misery, and pain. He once was a happy little girl with not a care in the world, till puberty hit and she realised she, was not a she at all. When he found out he was a trans man, all hell broke lose. Society jumped his ass, leaving him a shade of black and blue that is sickening to see, while his first family left him broken on the floor by disowning him and leaving him in the hands of a stranger. The stranger saw the bruises and gave him a cloak of normality, helped him seem human after the world left him for not, and made him feel accepted and loved for the first time. After years of crying and years of being ripped apart by almost every demon alive every day, he finally felt peace. He lived in this cloak for a little while, and then wanted to finally be free from it and the bondage holding him back from his true potential, his true form. However, the minute he took off the cloak, he was reminded that he is not the person he feels he is. Inside, he is but a broken man, but he is trapped in an even more damaged soul of a girl he used to know. A girl so full of joy, hope, and acceptance.He would give anything to be a boy inside and out, so full of happiness and confidence where is blackened heart is left with pain and blood soaked tears from long ago. He put the cloak back on, till he met this evergreen soul that lifted him from sadness. This delightful soul took his ever-hardened heart and turned it from ashes and suffering, to a color beyond words and beyond the rainbow of the color spectrum. Instantly his bruises were healed and love was once more in his heart. And for the first time in a lustrum, there was hope and happiness that he thought had died long ago, never to be found. Before this enamoring soul stripped him of his devastating pain, he was but a shell of a broken being, but now he is a shade of love so bright, that the cloak he once bore is not the thing that makes him feel valid, anymore.