im done letting them try to change me im done with the way they tried to change me to be injured by their words, and what they say about me i am myself i won't let this go on my clothing is my clothing and whats mine is in fact, mine i cut my own hair with a razor, i don't get it styled i dress as i see fit i change with the quickness of a dead turtle dragged kicking and screaming into the new age to me its still the nineties with new music by the smashing pumpkins and metallica ive changed for myself, your decision is awaited by me and now its the sun i see. what is hip, try to flip i am not feminine i just walk around but what i do should not be critiqued by them for i am me and if all becomes right than we will know i am... yoursBirth sign: Aries
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