The Ego
So rude and obnoxious, this thing that came from the woodwork. It craves attention and is mesmarised by the spotligh. I hate it. It should be destroyed, yet how to do it, how to do it. To kill is to sin. Shall i risk it? I state a simple comment, my feelings on the matter. This corrupted thing comes distorting everything we see. Shall i kill it now or later. Should i even bother. I hate this thing that runs amock, it has no guilt, no soul, just lust. i hate it, dispise it and can not stand it. I will kill it. I shall risk it.
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StanH
I'm from here there everywhere but i like this that and bit of twat!
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