Three Seed

[choctopus]

Remove the bullet from my head, extracting overconfidence.
I should not be writing this.
I can see the pictures on the floor. Sketches of what was there before.
I’m shaking. Nervous, scared. I am not the man you believe you know. I am a rotten bastard, a horrible amalgam of what you understand to be the elements of humanity personified. Of

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[garbledwords]

I was feeling some of the same stuff about myself last night.