These last few days I've been grappling with my other half, my other side so to speak. I've come to terms with it. Long time ago. But, how do I communicate him to anyone else...how on earth will anyone else be able to grapple with him, then to still try live with him under the same room? He's the stuff great fiction is made from. Frighteningly great stuff.
This battle within is frustrating me. My nerve ends are raw, bloody.
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