| | 10495 | | sometimes I do things without my own consent--little things like having ice cream instead of dinner, or working when I would rather relax. Trapped behind a glass wall, I scream. I plead. I bargain. I threaten. but the outer-me just pats me on the head, smiles patronizingly, and keeps chugging along. Maybe I have multiple personalities. Maybe I'm just nuts. | | | | |
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