today for the first time i realized if i hold my arm above my head in the mirror naked you can a see the lines they removed. they look like inverted tree branches running the length of my outer breast, stretching wider towards the nipple. I'm starting to realize that i'm already damaged and forward towards complete transformation is where i'm going.
some times people say "that chick, she's drive or die." ride or die? its some gansta influenced statement I'm too white to comprehend. But whatever it is. yeah. do or die. live or let live. all or nothing. its all i know.
an object in motion remains in motion.
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