║ seventy-first stanza ║ text

[mumbled_truth]

It's a really strange feeling, to be in a body that isn't yours. To still be you, to still have your thoughts and your consciousness, but to walk past a mirror and not see yourself, to look at your hand and have it be wrong, to not even really move quite right.

I know this isn't really an unusual curse, but it's the first time I've been affected by it. It's sort of disconcerting.

Oh, and - if you see me? Obviously, it's not me.


[ooc: Bodyswapped with Justin! Replies will come from besideme]

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[besideme]

Believe me, I know.

[He knows what Neil is getting at, and it's clear from his tone.]

[had_not_lived]

[His sad little smile matches, and he lowers his eyes to the page again.]