Its 11:30... I've been rolling around in bed for a while now and just can't get myself to fall asleep no matter how I twist and turn. I awoke in a cold sweat haunted by the demons of my self deception. I can't live this lie anymore. I am a fraud. I am not Greg Murray. The real Gregory was killed in a freak trampoline fight accident by his brothers at the age of six. I was kidnapped from the orphanage by the Murray brothers and took the place of Greg before their parents could notice. Since that day a constant supply of hallucinogenic drugs and the promise of money has keep this horrible secret within me. But the pain of a lifetime of regret has overpowered the intoxicants and I present the truth to you purely and without guile. With this admission I will leave. I go now to the lonesome crowded west, to the ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming. Goodbye to all I have known and hurt. Perhaps we will meet again in more favorable circumstances.
-Frederick Uriel Naohman
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