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In the silent hour of the night, as i lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whispers:

First self: Here, in this madman I’ve dwelt all these years, with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow by night. I can bear my fate no longer and now i must rebel.

Second Self: Yours is a better lot than mine, brother for it is given me to be this madman’s joyous self. I laugh his laughter and sing his happy hours, Read the rest of this entry »