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May 2012
Racing mind racing mind,
Going everywhere all the time.
Call me two face, wish I had two,
Schizophrenia gives me much more than you.

Why am I me,
Why do I see what I see?
I could be whatever I want to be,
Yet I am me.

Keep asking myself what's wrong,
What is wrong?
Why do I question myself?
Come on kids, run along.
What's wrong Ryan?
Wuji
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Wuji
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