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My name?  I don't have a name anymore.  The government is after me, but luckily I've stowed away in an abandoned house in a small town of God knows I'm not telling you.  You'll just rat me out.  I've been on the run most of my life, but they always find me.  I've lived under the streets, in train cars, and in gutters.  But, I think I've finally found home.  I've already been here for two full moons, and I've had a few unwelcome teenager visitors.  But I don't try to scare'em off, they come here for one thing, and I intend on watching them do it each time.  They always go to the same room, not knowing that directly across from that old dirty cum-stained mattress is a hole in the wall to the next room, where I sit.

Enough about them.  Half the time I can't tell if its real or not.  I'm constantly blinking in and out of reality, to the point where I just want to end it all.  I don't know whats real, I don't know whether I've really killed anyone or not.  No one can tell anything because they may not be there.  When will it end?