Quietly speaking sounds of the wind, telling the stories of the places I've been.
Giving away my secrets of Pandora's Box, the mental chains & bolted locks.
The frost full feeling touched my toes, accepting the lessons taught, now I know
I am not who I use to be, embracing the modified me.
My transition has been an emotional trauma for me, once so blind but now I see.
Looking at the reflection smiling back, I have overcome who I use to be
I love the better version of me.
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