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Drag Queen 7

I try to tell them that there’s no use saving me. My soul was abandoned the moment my father walked out the door. I close my eyes to remove the sight from my mind. All I can think of is his reaction. The dissapointment on his face is ingrained in my brain. If only I could have been a good son, a son that would have made him proud.

My hands tremble and I feel my last breathe of life leave me. My last thought is that I will forever be known as the girl who died in the same place that kept her alive.


I apologize if there are typos or if the stories seem too fragmented when read together. I wrote this all at once on my laptop with broken keys; hence the typos. Hopefully you will understand the basic message of this piece. Thanks for reading.

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