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Feb 2018
there are so many whats you'll encounter,
and limited whos you'll love.

the wheres are infinite,
while the hows are arbitrary.

but the whys
they are so **** hard to answer

why must i choke on the truth
why must i be like this
why why why?

why are you the way you are?
what's your hardest why?
Mine is: why do I drink?
Written by
Espresso manic  M/Somewhere
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