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What do I want to confess, man how long have you got, when I was young I was a complete fucker, drinking, drugs, thieving you name it I'd done it.
The scary thing is I still feel upset and remorse for things that happened 20/30 years ago, kinda like when you're having a nice memory about something the big bad conscience creeps up and replaces the nice time memory with a big bad one from around a similar time,(does that every happen to any one else in Cellar land?)
Mr conscience appears and says" you think that was nice yea what about when you did this you bastard" and the nice memory fades out like Scooby doo ending to replace with the thing that happened that makes you squirm at the thought...
Yup Mothers and the Catholic church have a lot to be guilty for, (as well as me)
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