I’m not quite sure what I have done. I opened a can of worms. Now they are crawling around me, on me, in me. They are screaming and crying and laughing. They won’t shut up, they won’t just let me be. Like parasites of the brain, diligently sucking away the brick walls I have built these long years. No security. “I didn’t mean to wake the beast.” “
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