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I can feel my control loosen. I'm breaking again. All those things I pursued were dead ends. I hear a thousand berserk screams of people lost in the dark. Underground. In the hospitals. In the forgotten subways and maintenence tunnels. Losing their control. Autopilot.. The wheel given to a monkey. A god of chaos calls me. But I can see the good through the noise.. Maybe I can still help. It is an inevitable unending struggle.. A beast. It can't be killed. But it can be steered. Controlled, if only a little, to veer it from trampling the innocent. Forgive. If we can just forgive.