I see you quietly walk away and I think death.
I know how my condition makes you suffer and you're the last person I want to know suffering.
I know to be the indirect cause your sufferings.
I see you trying hard adaptation impossible. I see your
mourning the man you love.
I see the non-attraction of femininity that came over me.
I understand the internal schism that you live every moment. This split between the person you love and her new sex you away, among the great admiration and the reaction against the glances of contempt, between understanding and misunderstanding, between this merger, which you away from other, between man I was and the woman I am.
What profound sadness of knowing that your pain! What guilt and love what you wear to want to be there in my difficult moments. What joy to know that despite everything, we will always have this light to share ...
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