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October 24, 2006
Day three. No drug. Clean blood. Feels good. Short sentences? My free will.

Because I can devise a more fitting repertoire of events if necessary, I just chose not to. I don't want to waste my time on little tiny paragraphs or whatever this prose means to satisfy. There is more to live and its so much better when the blood flows pure, free of the unnatural compounds designed to withhold. For the first time in weeks I can cry and laugh but&. here's the rub&. its on command! My command. Who could force me back into that sedative prison?