I've loved not being a person for as long as I REMEMBER

My memory doesn't exist. I only have each moment, unfortunately. It's this I regret. But I persist, forging a path, blazing a trail, for myself and everyone else afflicted with non-personhood. One day, together, we'll realize that tomorrow, the seventh day, was the day things really started to change.

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