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I transformed into something different something new. Am I a creature, or a animal, or even just something never thought off. I am what they call, “Diana” raw in the flesh. I am something different; I am a creature to my own beat. The rhythm of my heart thumps three times as fast, when you ask. My legs swag different directions, a new pattern of walking. I different language of talking, and when I look you it may seem like I’m stalking. The eyes are as brown as the brandy in the glass, and the mist of it they liquefy and swirl. The color of my skin, described as the frustration and envy of souls from years past. I glare at people wondering what have I transformed into, is it my own curse to bear? It doesn’t feel like a gift, it feels like a curse. A pleg that yet, I have to endure on this god for shaken earth. My very existence feels as if, I am the reaper the taker of the ones who have given life to this earth. I transformed, into this not so genital creature, grown with horns. I a damned to ever receive the person, that is given, no longer able to hear the grace of gods voice……I transformed into the damned. Will I burn in hell, is a question I will have to wait till I pass.