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in the dark without distraction the wretchedness of
distorted & painful memories wash over our psyche
like a flood of fluid napalm burning the layer skin off
quicker than the ginsu on an onion & the places in 
which were said to never be heard of again come back
stomping, beating, screaming, tearing, standing strong
amidst the bloody howl of distress & all desperate 
action in the attempt to make such horrors dissipate.

a loophole exists, however, & here is where it gets 
tricky, only if one allows it to become so---as it is 
known of course to the terrorized that the mind, which 
at present has allowed for the abhorrent to take over, 
committing atrocities within the waking & sleeping 
states, must continue to win against the will of what 
is left inside if it is to abolish the being in question.

in conjunction with the heart (both physical & 
metaphorical), the mind now dominates, sending 
shockwaves back at itself, constantly bringing forth
new pain all over the body, while the will to fight 
can grow weaker even still.

to find the loophole one must become angry---it is
the only way, for anger is pure & unadulterated when
used to survive amidst one’s own methods of self-
destruction---be it in the waking or the sleeping state,
one needs to harness all that is left, all that can still
be recognized as “mine” & not the brainwashed 
sorrow & suicidal pattern of the ever so determined
memory bank which throbs like a pulsing vein
ready to explode.

when one’s will gets the mind’s memory by the throat, it
focuses every iota of its ceasing strength, it becomes
known that the being in total is stronger than one part &
the need to annihilate the memories which lit this sudden
fuse becomes quite evident.

facing the greatest fear oneself could produce in order
to eliminate the body by the eradication of the mind,
our will succeeds in strangling the memories---it does 
not let them win over the rest of us & only in this are
we free to exist in the present again.
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