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I know I should be ashamed of what's there. I should be ashamed of what I have, what's prevalent. Rather, within the depths of my fucked up mind, I find myself remorseful over the fact that there aren't more. There aren't enough. I want so badly to rectify that, but... It's been so long. I've been so good. Well, on the outside. It's a constantly raging battle within me. The thing is, I can't even tell which part of me is winning. I don't know what's right anymore.