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Poets Point

In Shadow of Ego

Every morning I wake up and take my ego into the backyard. I pull out my .357 and I shoot him in the head. I dig a hole, bury him, and plant a tree on top. Sometimes, he grabs the gun, shoots me, and leaves me to rot. I have a forest in my backyard littered with buried and unburied corpses.

~eHw~

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