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#disect
I dissected my brain on a sterile metallic table, I pushed the scalpel down through a sticky membrane, that held my flaws. I washed my scalp in drug store rubbing alcohol, in an attempt to scrub memories away. I splashed in a little bleach, so that the scars might fade. I scooped out all of the tainted parts, I used forceps to tear out, all the dysfunctional pieces. Once I was done, I looked inside my skull, and I realized, there was nothing left.
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
A Surgery Of Sorts