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I’m letting it I am allowing it I am letting it take hold letting it take possession i don’t quiet understand the full measure of this yet it feels good its like the first candy of my childhood sweet and just wanting more of it I want it over and over I am letting it I am allowing it to take hold the pleasure I fell is what makes it so an attachment with me its the fabricated and well formed formulated art of wanting that which feels good its going back to “oh gosh it feels so good it must be right” yet I am letting it I am giving it an allow its so pleasurable its what I want daily now I am letting it its so deliberately good that it’s a tinkle I want it and it’s a thirst that every time I quench it I want to thirst again I want it absolutely and yet I know that the more I have the more I will get used and the more you leave natural habits to pursue the unnatural or whatever the more immune you are to that which you are apt to enjoy yet I want it reason has gone out the door and the more I think about it the more I want it …I should stop writing then it will be distant from thought yet the …oh God I want it and having it is what I want to do.