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Damn this timid existance. I've been stable for far too long. I want to feel the contrast of love intermingled with doubt. I want pain, suffering, and euphoria. torment. chaos. rapture. confusion. I want to feel alive.

Take that house in the suburbs, 2.4 children, SUV, and 401k future�toss it on the fire. I�ll strap my problems to my back and hitchhike to the next town. I want the taste of melancholy on my lips with every smile. I want contrast. I want struggle.

I�ve been warned of evil, but it�s too late. I�m in it for the misery and the tenderness. I want to love until it drives me mad if only to stimulate my senses. How much pain can you give me? I�m ready.