THE CONSISTENT NOISE AND DRIBBLE OF MY MIND/EGO DRIVES ME CRAZY, I'M A SLAVE IN AN INVISIBLE PRISON THAT I CANT EVEN SMELL OR TOUCH, I CANT EVEN MOVE AWAY FROM EVERY WHERE I GO HE'S ALREADY THERE TALKING ABOUT EVERYTHING POINTLESS AND SCARY, REPEATING WHAT I'VE SAID AND AM GOING TO SAY, CREATING ILLUSIONS AND SMOKE SO THAT I MAY NEVER FIND HIM, AND SO THAT HE CAN ALWAYS CONTROL MY LIFE LIKE A PARASITE HE GETS ALL THE BENEFITS WHILE I'M LEFT TO SUFFER ALONE AND AFRAID IN THE CORNER OF DARKNESS AS I SEARCH FOR THE LIGHT FEARFUL OF WHERE TO STAND NEXT, AS HE APPEARS AGAIN TO COMFORT ME ONLY TO BUILD HIS FOUNDATIONS ON A SAND CASTLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EVER EXPANDING OCEAN SO THAT I HAVE NO WHERE TO GO WITH OUT HIS HELPING HAND, I'M LOST AND YET I DONT KNOW WHERE I'M SUPPOSSED TO BE, BUT ALL I KNOW IS THAT I'M NOT SUPPOSSED TO BE HERE, AND THAT I DONT NEED HIM ANY MORE, BUT HE'S STUCK TO ME LIKE THE UMBILICAL CORD OF A NEWBORN CHILD, IF ONLY I CAN FIND THE SHEARS, I KNOW I CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM BUT THAT HE CAN NOT SURVIVE WITHOUT ME!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
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