The physical connection was severed, but my soul is bound to your hands.
There are so many strings attached to my identity that I don't know who I am.
I have the scissors, but they are dull.
I sit there and try to gain control.
The memories are there, but it's like I'm too scared to let go of what I once knew, because then I'd be bare.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
The physical connection was severed, but my soul is bound to your hands.
There are so many strings attached to my identity that I don't know who I am.
I have the scissors, but they are dull.
I sit there and try to gain control.
The memories are there, but it's like I'm too scared to let go of what I once knew, because then I'd be bare.
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