City stinks for human waste. It's decaying. The people in it are merely tending to the gangrene wounds. I find myself trapped between this world and the whatever lies in way for me outside the boundaries. I don't know who I am anymore. A man or a myth; when the alter ego takes control of the wheel, it's chaos. I cannot do it anymore. There must be something else.
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