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Why honour the roles we've been assigned when they only serve to keep us at arm's length from ourselves. And we consider ouurselves free while our true desires remain under lock and key. Pressure to conform.
Pressure to fit in to the boundaries that our gender traps us in. A pressure so relentless it wears down our will to fight.
A weigh so massive it buries us alive. Defined by what's between our legs and who we choose to fuck.
We succumb to the pressure to conform, to the pressure to fit in to the pressure that our gender traps us in.
Every lesson learned from the moment of my birth is etched into my mind... and I want to forget. I don't want to remember.
