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I keep you around, though you just run me into the ground.
I'll say, "Perhaps I can't help it, it's all genetic."
After all, that is the trademark of true addiction, isn't it?
But all of us here, all the different voices, people, personalities - call them what you will - in my head, know that's bullshit.
Some are more willing to accept it as an answer, but all of us know it's not a rule set in stone, something that can't be changed, be escaped.
I feel pain, when I continue & lead several lives.
I feel pain, making excuses, forced into conjuring up continual lies.
So...who am I at this point? What am I?
...are we?
Which one of us, or how many, have to die?