When you think of me do you think of what you feel or what you see? Do you just see the tattoos on my skin or can you feel what they mean to me. I am not a statistic or a numeral. I can not be put into any category for there is only one of me. Yet, two parts of me (Ying&Yan;;) My flesh that deceives you with a smile and a cheerful expression, and my soul which cannot tell a lie but can only cry and fantasize about not knowing the truth. "The truth shall set you free." if only these words were true to me.