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A hate for this body that isn't my own

Do not say there is nothing I must be afraid of

It matters what you die for.

they know how you feel. they know what you're going through. and they will help you through it the way that no cis person can. they understand your unique brand of sadness, they know where to rub your aching shoulders after binding and what words to whisper into your ear.

That's why they still see you as a girl. Not because of your long hair, or your body. No, it's because you're too quiet. Too fucking meek.

That isn't how men act, is it? No, we don't wait for others to make space for us in this fucked up world. We're strong enough to take it ourselves.

If you are soft enough for them to mold, they will shove you into their boxes of conformity.

Good, that's what I thought. But the way you're lying around crying and doing nothing about it makes you seem an awful lot like a girl. Go on, now, get up. Get a move on.

You'll "never be a real man?" That's some bullshit, you look an awful lot like a real man to me. Or at least you will once you put your helmet on, pick up the gun, and wipe those fucking tears off your face.