I am full of pretense, I am an empty front, trembling within. Don't be fooled by the way I hold myself, the way I talk, the firm tilt of my head. I am lost, I know nothing.
I am fumbling my way through this life, a tangle of conflicting desires and random decisions, tripping over my feet in haste to get there from here. Are you lost, little girlyboy
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