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Dec 2014 · 963
lost
It's not quite my fault the world has to be unjust and cruel.  I'm losing interest in it and I'm losing it fast.  I don't know who I am and I don't know who I should be.  I'm tired of looking at the ground instead of the sky and I'm tired of relying on that half gallon of ***** to make me feel better. I want change, I need it.

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