I know that if I just keep moving forward, if I just keep living my life, eventually, one day, everything's gonna be okay. And maybe it'll come sooner than I think. And realistically, the worst possible outcome that I'm thinking of isn't going to happen. But I just, I don't know, it just feels like that goalpost keeps moving farther and farther away. But I know that one day, one day, I will be able to walk out of my house and be myself. I know that one day, I will be able to walk out of my house wearing a pin, a pin of a trans flag.
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