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Feb 2023
I've decided to start treating myself as a person and not just an entity. Behold the beholder of the planet, except perhaps I can be perceived, too.  This means I have to be more careful, in fact.
What is the line between safety and delusion?
Suddenly I am no longer able to expose my soul to the world, as if releasing my secrets into a dark void, an unfavorable algorithm.
I am, in fact, here.
I am, in fact, perceivable.
winter
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winter  21/Non-binary
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