And Adulterous Nights And there is a ninety-nine percent chance that I will be unfaithful Through the hours

of darkness, the hours without end, I have trouble holding back I toss and I turn but I cannot seem to find lasting comfort Essentially, in these hours, I am just an animal looking for food, an unstoppable murderer looking for her next victim My mind settles on a three dimensional illusion of happiness

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