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What the fuck am I A girl or a guy Why can't I decide On which side I lie I dream of removing my breasts Shaving my head Having muscles cut out of marble I want to scream
They call me the actress Because I like to speak I’m wild and daring Not calming or meek But beneath this blonde hair dye Stage make-up of rose Are thoughts much more deep Than what people suppose I see my own faults Though you would never guess I
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