Story of my life, but it happens on city streets, not in the woods. So many questions unanswered. Was James really going to trade his only gun for furs? And if it wasn't his only gun, isn't he going after the guy? This is why you don't stop when somebody asks you for change. You've already lost as soon as you start talking.
Keep going, let's see what happens next! I'll be back.
Even if we are only addicted to being distinct individuals, separate and somehow more important than the rest of the universe, we are still addicted. Addiction is the human state of being. It is expressed in different ways in different people, some of which are more destructive than others. Be it attention, peppermint ice cream, or crack cocaine, every human being belongs to the club.
You express the struggle between a destructive addiction and the desire not to be destroyed in a simple, elegant poem.
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