Influence me, Please.
It all starts from the teddy bear right next to my sleeping pillow.
This bear stared at me and I was influenced by this.
When I become older and get to knowing my body, I reveal the secret of it.
It’s my influencer that I had chosen then.
But now I’m more cocky and confident.
I dress women’s clothes and I’m hipster.
Because I want this to be my muse.
Because I want to merge with it.
But try to remember, myself: don’t make this your prison,
because you’re gonna left with no stomach who can listen to you.
And then suddenly, the influences will posses you.
And you’ll be dissected.