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Sometimes it becomes necessary to tear down the walls and rebuild. This is especially true when the door is still not big enough for the ego to fit through. Sometimes I still want to think I am so damned unique, but in reality I am not anything more than your ordinary average addict only with the drugs removed. When I hear the way you talk I hear the addict in me and I recoil at my own layers of greed, anger, jealousy, and self-pity still decorating the floor like little bits of dry wall shattered with a hammer; remnants of tearing down my walls to build a bigger door so that maybe that elephant of an ego could fit through. Funny how my old memories won't disappear and how the destructive mind keeps looking in over the construction site like some sadistic foreman. Fortunately today I not feel the need for him to stop rearing his ugly head altogether. My boss has showed me how to use the dust and shattered bits of drywall as the tools I need to continue with this construction project.
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