Lately, I’ve been told to open my heart, but how am I supposed to do that
without a surgical team—and performing unlicensed medical procedures
is punishable by several years in prison anyway—and live to tell the tale?
But if you insist it was just a misunderstanding—I’m familiar with idioms
and prying.
As I lend this body to this mind, the question arises: what defines me?
Perhaps I am whatever will remain once we have basically established
what I am not. This, however, leaves us with two sets, which are likely
to expand ad infinitum, and as such, they might not necessarily be equal
in their implications.
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