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To the boxer with orange gloves Who's already given up I'm sorry I did you wrong I hurt you So run away Throw down your gloves and hide...

Who am I? Pink, dresses, dolls Does that make me a girl? Blue, suits, cars. Does that make me a boy? Colors, clothes, toys. Do they...

Isaac waved good bye to the club before cutting through the woods to the Slanted Manse. When he got there, instead of going through the...

It was stupid. It was so stupid. I knew I was bad at dancing. I knew I wouldn’t be winning any academy awards for anything I did. I knew...

Isaac stared at his body. It looked fine to him. He was fine with it. So why was every teacher talking to him about positive body image?...

“You know who you are.” “I know.” “Who are you?” “The chosen one.” “What is your role?” “To save the world. To defeat Mri.” “Mrithun.”...

You say you know me You say you do You say you know me Through and through You say you know That I’m just confused My “broken” identity...