Repetitions - Apr 24

I’ve come to—k(now), the sobering conclusion that I must be a lunatic; else what sufficiently explains the smirking smut clouding my judgment?—what viscous illusion— outright{(diagnosable[,perhaps)delusion]},— persuades me to heed your haughty strut? Each inch of every corner of my gut is begging—not—accept—refuse—intrusion. ah!, but I budge, I give in to temptation! why,why,why must I make the same mistake instead of just quite well so simply break- -ing the cycle of you?—o’ that salvation, in what dark nook lurks it?, which saviour holds the key that unschackles me from your folds?