"No matter how many times the sun rises, no matter if it's the same sunrise or a new one, it's you. It's you. It's you."

Undoing

An Essay About Disconnection, Fictokinning, Art, Identity, and What It Means To Be Human

(I took this essay down because a large part of it no longer aligns with my identity, and I'm too busy right now to rewrite it... the revised essay will be back up someday soon!)

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