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When I was born, my parents gave me a name. As that's usual for human beings. But I don't feel being human, I should have been a tree, being made a nice table from. Or a living rubber faceless sex doll, or a statue crafted by an artician.
I am looking to be dehumanized, being made into an object, but with human flesh and bones as base. Make me a piece of furniture, a doll, maybe a mindless bimbo.
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