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Banker
by rohmoohyun at 2/10/2015 3:40:35 AM
I have all the characteristics of a human being--
flesh, blood, skin, hair--
but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion,
except for greed and disgust.
Something horrible is happening inside of me,
and I don't know why.
My nightly bloodlust has overflowed into my days.
I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane,
the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused...
and my utter indifference toward it,
I have now surpassed.
My pain is constant and sharp...
and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
I want no one to escape.
But even after admitting this,
there is no catharsis.
My punishment continues to elude me...
and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself.
No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.
This confession has meant... nothing.
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