it's 4:03 in the morning and i lie awake thinking of everything.
why am i still awake?
why do some beautiful people have such ugly souls? myself included.
why is the future the only thing that really scares me?
why does it feel so good to cry sometimes?
where would i be without my friends?
why do i have this huge want to just drive away and not come back?
i think about everything.
the only thing in life that's guaranteed is death.
why is unhappy the easiest thing to be?
why is happiness so hard to truly immerse oneself in?
it's 4:13 in the morning, why am i still awake?

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