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| So I'm thinking tonight, why is my life so fragmented? I feel not like a whole person but instead like a million threads tangled into a gigantic ball of yarn. | |
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| And it seems like nothing really matters because time will march on regardless of what I do or say, and the only thing that really marks my existence on Earth is which chemicals I choose to abuse. | |
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| Why am I even talking. Who cares. What does it all mean. How can I be expected to succeed when I don't know how I can get from one minute to the next. | |
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