Eternal Sunshine

The Voice did appear, and Sam found himself both pleased and disappointed. Still he smiled at her; an uneasy smile because of his truthfully mixed opinion of the Goddess (but that opinion was shifting to a neutral positive recently). "Hello. Yes, it has been...very freeing. To speak and be listened to without people thinking of my voice first." He told her, nodding. "Thank you." While he had had his moments of conflict about his new voice and what it meant for his identity, it had overall been a good experience. But he wasn't here to speak of that. He clasped his hands together and looked to the floor. "Um...So I came here to ask...can you...erase memories? I know Ludo can, and I assume you can. Would you be willing to erase some of mine...?" Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits