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Jul 2015
why is everybody asking so much of me?
i know nothing
i believe in nothing
what am i suppose to be?
the world isn't mine
nothing is mine
i cant even tell you if i am really me
so why are all these people
surrounding, suffocating me
asking me to be something,
when i don't even know me?
blue milk
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blue milk  america
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