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A tongue, tired of its fate, dreams of becoming something else—something freer, something with fewer burdens. It resents the tastes forced upon it, longing for the gentle touch of the outside world. But can we ever truly escape who we are? A tale of longing, resistance, and the quiet whisper of self-acceptance.

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