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Cruel Fate/Queer

It's some type of cruel fate
That someone has to be alone
Don't go I think I want to call you
My soulmate so please don't go
The hurt feels like a overdose
So let me be alone

 

 

 


I hate the name I was born with
I want to be more like a boy
They all call me queer
They tell me to grow my hair out
I guess six years of this and I'm still not me

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