Watching yourself as a pedophile,(pedophile taking on a whole new meaning, nothing in concern with lusting children), you ponder to the unknown. "Take these thoughts away from me, I do not deserve them," you say while running in a non-existent hallway, scratching at your face and pulling out your hair. You succumb to the obvious, you are a slave, and you want it. It is your lack of innocence, perhaps ignorance, that ties you to the ground. You know that freedom is a myth, but the only way to attain this lie is to become the slave by revolution. You seek help from the so-called evil. You plead for their hammer, perhaps a sledge hammer, to crush all of the memories, and let the knowlegde leak out of the cracks.

My advise: Hold your breath as you watch the sky. You will float.

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