Vietnam.

'went as far as to drink a coffee to wipe out all the reminiscences and mental repercussions. A lost key in a dream. Once yours, then mine and found again, but things didn't remain the same. A clear blue sky over here. Ice. Will have cut out my VMPFC. I should rather like to be a psycho in this psychodrome than who I am now. Not that I do not love myself the way I am now; it's just that maybe it's too much. Undoubtedly towards you... Makes me hate you. Contradictory beliefs in my mental spheres. Make me feel like I am a kind of a workshop for thee. A place where you can exercise your craftsmanship. The dirty and mundane work bashed out by my side. My role being to train you and let you off onto the next one, polished, spick-and-span, impeccably groomed so that you can connect with her to lie happily ever after. Cos why do thee have to behave towards her as if she was your girlfriend? why do thee have to treat her on equal terms as you treat me? Lack of discrepancy killing me, contradictory beliefs contributing to that too. On one hand, one wants to hear one is the greatest and only one, unconsciously presuming that is far from the truth. On the other hand, one would kill for a genuine piece of information and smite the liar's head off of. Sweet poisonous words, yet so enchanting like magic spells irresistible, the demand for which scorching; truth paid with bitter taste, a so very rare commodity.