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Lust takes control,

and depletes the whole

person to a selfish thing

who desires only to bring

himself pleasure,

ignoring the feelings of the other.

What have I become?

Am I now just some

random pervert amongst the many

ill-deceived pervs of the world?  Me?

Whatever happened to the real me?

Am I still buried under the pile of rubble

that continues to cause me so much trouble?

Or have I ceased to exist, being replaced

by this pile of rubble that can be traced

back to the moment when lust took control?