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I Want My Life

Even miserable, but my own, I gladly take it without the scorn. I have blurry ideas of whom to become and no religious extremism of long ago, such as Salem Trials and brain control. Was it judge Hathorne who had scarlet letter to carry or Nathaniel Hawthorne, his great grandson, who reconciled the story. These were temptations for lamentations in the engine of chemical reactions of the brain. It has a subtle balance, this wonderful thing is easy to break and impossible to attain a new. Let’s not break our engine brains with sniffs, smokes and drinks - all these unnecessary things and pills, for we can become persons unknown even to ourselves.

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