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I can't describe how hard it is

to live a lie, day after day.



I can't describe what it's like

to be trapped inside a body that doesn't belong to me.



My body is a prison..

the bail is far more than I can afford..



And each day I am locked in here,

I die a little more inside.



Pain is the only thing that keeps me alive.

I'm beginning to think.. that death is the only answer.



Why couldn't I have been born what I really am?

Then I wouldn't have to die to be happy.