This is how you control your domestic population - by making people afraid and by identifying an enemy.

I'm in competition with myself and I'm losing.

I was faced with a choice: to deny my addiction and embrace that 'comfortably numb' but 'magicless' existence, or accept the burden of insight, take the road less travelled, and embark on the often painful journey to discover who I was and where I fit.

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.

This is how you control your domestic population - by making people afraid and by identifying an enemy.

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