the time that you see this, I will no longer exist.
There will be an entity walking around who looks like me and sounds like me, but that being will be a figment of society’s imagination. The ‘me’ who thinks and feels and processes my experience as an individual will have been wiped clean and reconstructed with a personality and behaviour patterns that more readily suits the status quo.
I am not sorry for this. Because what I have done to warrant such a correction has been worth the effort and the terror.
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