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  • Somewhere along the way I lost pieces of myself. Having traded them away for such evanescence as pleasure. Pleasure, which became a ruling force, rather than one of many physiologic sensations. Somewhere along the way I lost pieces of myself. Having squelched them as I ablated the pain that accompanies existence. Pain, which defines the experience of pleasure. Somewhere along the way I lost pieces of myself. I watched, as they floated upon the wind, like bits of torn paper, to unknown destinations. It’s easy to scatter the shattered. Much more difficult to collect and compile all those pieces of me.

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