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Scrambled Eggs

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I am willingly straying my soul, casting it out into realms where there are no such laws to protect me. I am a mercy of my own making, of which I am poor, for I am the terrible and unjust. I am the willing victim. I am forever incarcerated in the cage of my imagination.

Men Behind my eyelids,

figures upon the wall,

alcohol in the system,

another night .......................     wasted.

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REDFOX You're currently reading a branch in the story Night Philosophy. This branch was posted on Dec 6, 2008 by REDFOX.

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