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Are you going to give up now? She asked me. She didn’t really ask, as much as she was showing me I have no other options. Of course I wasn’t going to give up. I am a puppet of my own violent motivation. Steadily, repeatedly, until I die. And you will die before you give up. That was the message. This is what I wake up to, jarring and unrelenting reason. If only I had her focus, or her concentration. She’s probably clicking her nails, dulling until I stop writing.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
My Conscience
Are you going to give up now? She asked me. She didn’t really ask, as much as she was showing me I have no other options. Of course I wasn’t going to give up. I am a puppet of my own violent motivation. Steadily, repeatedly, until I die. And you will die before you give up. That was the message. This is what I wake up to, jarring and unrelenting reason. If only I had her focus, or her concentration. She’s probably clicking her nails, dulling until I stop writing.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
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