Or maybe we were made to believe nothing has changed, because that was part of the wish. A retroactive alteration of a reality we no longer remember.
Or maybe we were made to believe nothing has changed, because that was part of the wish. A retroactive alteration of a reality we no longer remember.
I had assumed they were, but I’d never heard anything confirming it.
I have these strings
To hold you down
I tie them tight, you can’t burst out
You might scream
But I’m happy
I’ve got your skin on me