[Calm down, it’s satire.]
There’s no denying the fact I’m a tree.
For years I was a victim of gaslighting and draconian conversion therapy imposed by my insensitive and brutal parents, therapists, and counsellors. Luckily, I live in Danistan and the Great Chairman legislated to make this backward practice illegal. May a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend.
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