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by: Kaki Years, time has passed me by and all for what? For fearing what I am, for not embracing it, for denying my gift, for fear I would not conform not fit in, so I denied who I was. Denied the desire to change the designation that was assigned to the little girl in the pink blanket. Years, time has passed me by that I would let a man lead me but never would I follow that I could keep up the appearance of being what I was supposed to be never to be satisfied, but not knowing to seek satisfaction. Years, and now time stands still having stumbled upon the answer to a question I didnt know to ask hearing the soft cries of need and knowing that this this is what I was waiting for smiling into a face that is filled with trust that I am in control. Years more to come finally being free to be Me they never realized the girl the one in the pink blanket was crying out not to be fed but to be freed. 
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