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I’m Dexter and I’m not sure what I am. I just know there is something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it. But it’s there, always. This Dark Passenger; and when he’s driving, I feel alive, half-sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him. I don’t want to. He’s all I got. Nothing else could love me. Not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else, someone. It’s like, the mask is slipping. And things, people, who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.

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I guess it’s fitting that I end up where I’ve left so many others. I only wonder if the world will be a better place without me.

It’s wrong what people say about dying. I’m not flashing back over my life, over the lives I’ve taken. I’m thinking about the life I’ll miss. Harrison. I’ll miss watching my son grow up.