Some beings are born
Entirely Suffering
Their Body's Captor
About the Creator
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They cannot change us. Now, always, I live as me. Always live as you.
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Comments (3)
I, um, I think I'm lacking context 😅
The captor of their bodies, or captured by their bodies?
I LIKE THE PHOTO AND SHORT STORY. THEY BLEND TOGETHER WELL.