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I feel I'm on a razor's edge twixt madness and sanity, disturbed derangement, orderly rationality, alternating my being, a multiple personality stance not willingly on my part. Why must we have war on a lovely planet> The horrible fear is that I prefer the dark moments when cruelty surfaces in my alter ego, when an invariant being is hell-bent on destruction. Then my razor blade flashes in the dim lights of dark allies, blood sprouts from some jugular veins, forming a red oozy river that covers the smell of the godforsaken place.’ War is so dreadful. Then do I become sane and cry in pain for the victims’ deaths. Placed 1
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