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May 2016
"Mr Farmer, why are you here?"
"because I have to do something"
"and that would be?"
"anything really"
"explain."
"Well doc, I wanna be someone. Anyone. I want to understand people. What they do. Why they do it. I want to understand the meaning of life.
"Life isn't that simple."
"Oh believe me, doc! I know!"
"so why feel the need to..."
"Because! I'm crazy! Im insane! THATS why!"
"And what leads you to believe that?"
"thats all I've ever felt."
"Zach..."
"Doc, give me a break. I'm unstable, why else would I be here?"
"because we all have our problems.
"Really!?!?!"
"yes."
"tell me yours, doc."
"Thats...that's besides the point."
"This is the point! We are all scared. All of us!"
"Mr. Farmer, I think we are getting off track."
"No no no, this is all we need, doc. This is healing. Allow me to be insane, it helps my head, doc. This helps. You help me. My thoughts help me. And for what?!?! A paycheck?!?!"
"Zach, I'm here for..."
"No! you are here for the mon-ay."
"I think we are done here for today"
"exactly my point..."
<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
for my insanity.
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
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