Trojans
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In my pursuit of escaping reality, I might have gone too far. Building castles of glass, sand, and expired memories. Erecting walls between my sensitive self and them all. Trying to lose a tail, I've lost my whole skin and am about to lose my body. Now, completely naked—peeled—I wish I had a second chance to start things over. But I signed that contract, and it's too late to change anything now. They told me it would take some time. Two–three weeks at maximum. I was patient. I was savoring my last moments of being me and, at the same time, foretasting the new me I was about to become, the me who wouldn't be me anymore. But now, when it is starting to happen, I feel so damn scared. Why did I—