The Answer to the Question
There are times when I question myself. I usually ask myself what would make me happy. What do I want? This is the big question that everybody asks. What do I want...right now...out of life...for myself? How do you get to where the happiness is? Over the past few years I've been blocking out that question because the answer is intimidating. Because I don't know.
Too many questions with doomed answers. That's why we all do drugs.
I gotta get out of this place. I'm bored already. I need something else.
Too many questions with doomed answers. That's why we all do drugs.
I gotta get out of this place. I'm bored already. I need something else.
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