I'm going to get a tattoo. I will wear it, and endure it, as a motto for the life i've been granted. It shall be placed upon my back. The words no rest for the weary, shall go from shoulder to shoulder, and beneath that shall be a forlorn scarecrow crucified to the post, with button eyes sagging, and no mouth stitched on. It is my symbol now. AND
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To those who boo you out loud or in private....fuck them, they can never know what you're going through, or the choices your'e forced to make. If they can't support you, or at least attempt to support you, if by nothing else, by staying silent, then they really aren't there for you to begin with.
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