HarsH ReaLiTy

Edit me into your perfect world. Fitting me into your perfectly fitting boxes. Taking a little off my ending to match your imagined story. I become a product of your wants and needs. Lacking the text that makes me, me. I become you as you knew would happen. We say goodbye to unedited me as you take my now familiar arm. You do not hold my hand in fellowship. Instead you guide edited me into being you.



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