There is a thief that I know...
He is sly and cunning. He makes me do things for him.
I am his willing slave. With just a pat in the back, a simple smile of encouragement, a silky whisper of a promise, I am drawn to do his bidding.
He steals not money nor things of Value.
Rather he robs me of my youth, he darkens my future and takes away the most valuable possession I have.
My potential of becoming a man.
I hate him with a fervor.
But no matter what I do I can do nothing to him because the thief is me.
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