Sorry that you have to have a body

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a deep yearning for my childlike figure
yet, I am almost twenty-five
it's been two years now, since I reluctantly said goodbye
still, ambitious of my genderless dreams
resurfacing hopes, mental clarity, a sense of sanity
or equivalent to bleaching hair
as my fifteen-year-old self wept a tear
when my strands grew slightly darker
for so did my emotions
yet the pain grew thicker
nothing changed at all

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