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Self Control

whims may become a blessing or a curse pushing one toward certain ruin or worse drinking from the deep well of evasion well versed in dark practices of persuasion fixating on dreams of what ought to be avoiding what mirrors reality totally free of social encumbrances in spite of what the best assumption is wandering through this life oblivious hiding from anything too obvious urge to be free of all expectation jumped right into without hesitation do not question need to swallow it whole subtle art of self-induced mind control

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