My mind is so cluttered. Every memory interchanging with another. I can't remember what's a dream or if it really happened. And I'm sure I've rewritten the story of my life over and over. But why? Have I been such an awful soul so as to forge my own past? I know I've been beating women since I can remember, but that's only because I didn't have any
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