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I AM A WOMAN
e first state fort t contrary to en read in books and  feel like the Devil.

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    My ots insist I be a woman when I’m a man and a man when I’m a woman.

    it is being human, even worse is living a human’s life.

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    All rigo return to t iful I ed to reets like a slave. Poverty, tears, sorro a mir
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