I want to trap you in a canvas, then let you out again, but not before painting a new self over the you that went in.
New species, new sex, new name, new social life.
The old you never existed. No one but us will ever remember them.
New species, new sex, new name, new social life.
The old you never existed. No one but us will ever remember them.
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Or just let me keep the same beliefs? If I wake up as a Republican, it’s on you.