there is a very thin string that is planted perfectly in between my breasts.
it isn't cumbersome or uncomfortable...its just there.
usually i follow its tugs and pulls.
i don't question its direction...
i actually rely on it.
only when i get yanked so hard that my skin breaks do i slightly
regret it being apart of me. luckily that only happens
when i am not paying attention.
i am working on being more attentive.
a scarred up chest on a pretty girl is quite alright.
i will never take scissors to my string.