Open, Empty, GO!

I have always said I am an addict, or more accurately I have an addictive personality.  What does that really mean?  Why do I insist on believing this untruth?  I am nothing I do not want to be.  Why do I live in the things I do not want to live in?  I am the master of my world.  I am the master of my universe.  I am, I am, I am… what am I?   Open. Empty…  Go.  

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