Drenched in hot sticky sweat I awake to rejoin the nightmare where all pretension of normalcy is destroyed by the predator that never stops stalking. Another psychologic session helps hide the disease for which there is no cure, and faulty perceptions allow me to exist in a society where nobody wants to see me as I really am. So, I exist and practice insane logic on those who encourage it by pretending that its perfectly logical and sane.Birth sign: Not entered
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