Nothing.

Everything.

Love.

Hate.

Sex.

Joy.

Rage.

Sorrow.

Compassion.

Pain.

Sweetness.

My.
Life.
Is.
Nothing, but the unending reel of reality swimming past in images, slowly imperfected by my near sighted and passion fraught gaze. I am my own jail keeper, and my own prisoner, my own life lays in the hands of myself.

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