SneakPeakIntoTheMindOfSherlock
No one, no one understands or is even aware of my thoughts, even if I attempt to express them out loud. Every detail of this world haunts me. I hear, I see, I sense everything without the slightest disregard. I can no longer enjoy beauty as every other man may; instead I am haunted by relating everything to my practice. You may see enchanting homesteads on the countryside, but what I see, what I see is a perfectly innocent looking home where within the recesses a great evil may be committed and no one will be the wiser because of its isolation. People admire my mind, say it is brilliant, though there is nothing to admire; nothing so brilliant as everyone states. My mind imprisons me, for I may not enjoy the simple things with which life has to offer without recollection of murder and corruption. My mind requires constant maintenance. It has an insane addiction to be constantly kept occupied. The only thing that brings me joy: work. I desire nothing more. For work is the only thing that
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