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May 2018
I have a lot of questions for myself
And I don't have answers for all of them
Sometimes I think
Maybe I should stop asking
But no
I just HAVE TO ASK QUESTIONS
What is this? What does it mean? How do I know this is real?
What if it isn't?
It drives me absolutely up the wall sometimes
But it's just the way I am
And if I say to myself 'NO MORE QUESTIONS'
Then I deny the truest part of who I am
Because who am I?
I don't know but clearly I'm  
Someone who asks a lot of questions.
Written by
Ciel Noir
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