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A woman for the rest of her death
And so he traveled to Paris for the sake of his wife even though he was sick. There, he met a professor who can make him better. Not for the sickness which dwindled off on its own, but who can make him be a complete woman.
She was born in a mistaken body. A vehicle she can't get out of. It drove her insane at every tick and at every tock. She married her wife and lived a life were she molded her body to fit. Adapted to the box she was confined in and she dimmed down. But she was just hibernating.
When the first ray of sunshine hit her, she woke up after six years of enslavement. She never went back. It was clear to her that she would do anything to feel this natural and sane forever and so she pushed on. For that moment, she was truly alive. And in that moment, she died.
She was born in a mistaken body. A vehicle she can't get out of. It drove her insane at every tick and at every tock. She married her wife and lived a life were she molded her body to fit. Adapted to the box she was confined in and she dimmed down. But she was just hibernating.
When the first ray of sunshine hit her, she woke up after six years of enslavement. She never went back. It was clear to her that she would do anything to feel this natural and sane forever and so she pushed on. For that moment, she was truly alive. And in that moment, she died.
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