Merge-Emerge\ The silent Fight

 

Sometimes I wonder how I came to be who I am. I remember being lost and having no form of identity or self-expression because it was not required of me.

So here I am, fighting this fight, shaving my head, inking my arm and slashing my clothes. Because it feels good to know that who I am is not who they wanted me to be.

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