Grief

I'm scared that no one will ever call me "Mama" again.

I'm scared of being alone.

I'm scared of asking people to accept my gender.

I feel like I don't fit inside my own skin.

I want to get really, really drunk and fuck myself up.

I am tired of being alive.

Even my grief is selfish.

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