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Less action, more satisfaction. Deviate from the plan of action. Always, Looming, grooming my behavior. Pleasure is my savior and that I might say, I favor. Over any of these things, Not my goals not my dreams. The unconscious king. Drawing me in, again. A product of my sins, ruling me and my twin. Here we go again. Cursing at my duality. Anything but face reality. A slave to externality. And I didn't even notice, because I lost focus

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