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I might secretly be a snake it feels as if I'm wearing my own skin as a mask it is no longer my own and no one wants to buy a used skin... I wish a snake would tell me how to shed it. but if I do, will I still be a person? will I still be the same? I... I suppose i'll... keep wearing the full body mask, and try to remember the mannerisms of me, so no one gets suspicious. it's working so far. but I think that's because the humans around me aren't looking for the right things, if at all... I'd like to meet other snakes.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
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I might secretly be a snake it feels as if I'm wearing my own skin as a mask it is no longer my own and no one wants to buy a used skin... I wish a snake would tell me how to shed it. but if I do, will I still be a person? will I still be the same? I... I suppose i'll... keep wearing the full body mask, and try to remember the mannerisms of me, so no one gets suspicious. it's working so far. but I think that's because the humans around me aren't looking for the right things, if at all... I'd like to meet other snakes.
don't ask what my obsession with skin as of late is about because bud i dont have an answer for you
StrangeTimesForStrangerPeople
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
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