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I always knew my baby girl would be our downfall.

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I’ll never truly understand the hype behind Reese’s candy. I quickly leapt forward and kicked the epipen away from my daughters hand.

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From a young age I knew I was not supposed to have children.

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She corrected me that she identifies as they/they.

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She corrected me that she identifies as they/them.

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Yesterday I wrote a two sentence horror story and was labeled as transphobic which made me question those individuals who didn’t know my true intentions.

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I always wondered why our former president attempted to build the wall.

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My favorite hobby is to catch snowflakes and save them for later.

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Outside, buckets of rain crashed onto the window as I tried to make out their faces.

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With her face in her hands, my teacher sobbed while mumbling, “how could you get her pregnant?”

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I always knew my baby girl would be our downfall.	1
I’ll never truly understand the hype behind Reese’s candy. I quickly leapt forward and kicked the epipen away from my daughters hand.	1
From a young age I knew I was not supposed to have children.	1
She corrected me that she identifies as they/they.	1
She corrected me that she identifies as they/them.	1
Yesterday I wrote a two sentence horror story and was labeled as transphobic which made me question those individuals who didn’t know my true intentions.	1
I always wondered why our former president attempted to build the wall.	1
My favorite hobby is to catch snowflakes and save them for later.	1
Outside, buckets of rain crashed onto the window as I tried to make out their faces.	1
With her face in her hands, my teacher sobbed while mumbling, “how could you get her pregnant?”	1