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You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

You 👈 will never ❌ be a real 💯 woman 👩. You 🏿👈 have no 🚫 womb 👶, you 👈 have no 🙅 ovaries 🗣👩🏾, you 👈 have no 🚫 eggs 🥚. You 👈 are a homosexual 🏳️‍🌈 man 🍊👨 twisted 🥀 by drugs 🚬💉💊 and surgery 🏥 into a crude 👺 mockery 😤 of nature’s perfection 💯⏳. All 💯 the “validation” you 👈🏻😎⬅ get 😧🔟 is two-faced and half-hearted 💔. Behind ↩ your 👉 back 🔙 people 👨 mock 🤡 you 👈👉. Your 👈🏻 parents 👫💏💑 are disgusted 😷 and ashamed 😩 of you 👈, your 👈 “friends” laugh 😂 at your 👉 ghoulish appearance 👀 behind 👟 closed 🚫 doors 🚪. Men 👦 are utterly 🐄 repulsed by you 👈. Thousands 💯 of years 🗓 of evolution 🐒 have allowed 😖 men 👨 to sniff 👃 out frauds 😱 with incredible 💩 efficiency 💦. Even 🌃 trannies 🙋‍♂️👠 who “pass” look 👀 uncanny and unnatural 👽 to a man 👨🏻. Your 👉 bone 🍖 structure 🕋 is a dead ☠💀👻 giveaway 🎉. And even 🌃 if you 👈 manage 👨‍💼 to get 🉐 a drunk 🍻🍸 guy 👱👴👨 home 🏡 with you 💦👉💁, he’ll turn ↪ tail 🏃🏻🚨 and bolt 🏃🏻‍♀️ the second ⏱⏰😳 he 👨 gets 🉐 a whiff 🤑 of your 👈 diseased 😷🐱, infected 🔥 axe 🎸 wound 💨. You 👉 will never ❌ be happy 😊. You 👈 wrench 👨🏿‍🔧 out a fake ✨ smile 😄😀 every ☝ single ☝ morning 🌅 and tell 🗣📣 yourself it’s going 🏃 to be ok 👌, but 🍑 deep 😱 inside 💠 you 👈 feel 😁 the depression 😰😭 creeping 💥😳😱 up ⬆ like 👌💕👍 a weed 🍁, ready 😏😛🍆 to crush 💥💪 you 🤦👉😟 under ⬇ the unbearable 😤 weight ⚖. Eventually ⌚ it’ll be too much 🔥 to bear 🐻 - you’ll buy 💸 a rope 🔗, tie 👔 a noose 😔, put 😏 it around 🔃 your 👉🤴 neck 🐪, and plunge 💥 into the cold ❄⁉ abyss 😍😝. Your 👉 parents 👪 will find 👀 you 👉🏻🙍🏻, heartbroken 💔😢 but 🍑 relieved 🤤 that they no 🚫 longer 🍆 have to live 🐙 with the unbearable 😿 shame 😳 and disappointment 🙃. They’ll bury ⚰ you 👉 with a headstone marked 🖍 with your 😡👉 birth 👑 name 📛, and every ☝🅱 passerby for the rest 😪 of eternity 🌋🆎💅🏿 will know 🤔 a man 👨 is buried 🕳 there. Your 👉 body 😍👗 will decay 🤢 and go 🏃💨👌 back ⬅ to the dust 🏜, and all 💯 that will remain 🔕 of your 👉🏻 legacy ⚰🖕 is a skeleton 💀 that is unmistakably male 👦🍆. This is your 👉 fate 💀. This is what you 👉 chose 👉😎👈. There is no 🚫 turning ↪↩ back ⬅.