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 We all have our secrets
 and crosses to bear. Some we can see
 and some we will never know have been there.

 My special daughter was once a son.
 You would not know it if you met her.
 How many have we met not knowing?

 Please don't judge her
 by how things are supposed to be
 because they are not.

 Appreciate the beauty and the irony.
 She will not harm you or change you
 except to soften your prejudices.

 It's hard to imagine how it feels inside,
 but everyone has some burden
 and the need to be who they are.

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