I'm a stranger wherever I go because I'm strange to myself. My mind just goes off doing it's own thing, never consulting me at all about whether it's all right to feel this way or that. I am constantly standing several feet away from myself, watching as I do or say or feel something that I don't want or don't like at all, and I still can't stop it.

 

It should have worked. For so many reasons. But for a little while, for this excellent moment of time, it did work didn´t it. And I felt human. Alive. But you were right. The secrets break things down, its vile. Dark. Growing. Its a long story and most of it is unbeliavable. But its time that you know the truth. Now that I have nothing left to lose. When I am gone I just at least want you to know who I am. I want you to know who you are to me. Nothing else matters. Not anymore.

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