Scribbling:
"Moments
when your panache starts to dictate their terms and you find no other way then
to follow like a sheep. Who could be the guilty after all if not yourself for
allowing something to take over you while you enjoyed exaggerating it? Was that
first sign of being loser, probably, or certainly. He wandered and wondered
while hiding his face in the closet. it was too dark a night to show him his
own flesh. And it made him confront what
he had been avoiding forever. After all you cannot run away from self for too
long. Moments..."
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