its not a matter of undoing, but a matter of cutting through and breaking apart and finding new skin a new body a new me, but can never be new again, it was never mine to begin with and my body feels foreign, unknown and not mine. when you choose to give it up, there's no going back. unless you can give it up multiple times until you turn to dust.
i dont know where to start i dont know what to do i don't know what to think or feel or focus on. so i will just default to: +, a longer cross.
i will never be the same. i will always be different. i will be alone.
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