𝔹𝕪𝕥𝕖 #649

Oh, dear. Issat bad?

Not uh… on me, no?

Yah. There a problem?

Always here t’help ya feel it.

Love comes from some weird places, friend. Don’t change it much,

Still the same person. A lil’ different, yah— but still ya.

Why not? Ya still’re you. Ya trauma dun change that.

Whassat matter?

People can’ take ya identity, love. Y’gotta give it up t’em.

Yur more than thah’. Yur a person.

I’m short maself. Nothin’ to sweat.

‘course not. It’sa common turn’a phrase.