I don't know who I am. I keep looking, and the more I look, the more lost I become. Who am I? I should know. I should know what I like, and what I don't. I should be able to be me, and not a different person due to the atmosphere I encounter. It's like, one minute I'll be smoking hella weed, and the next I'll be firmly against it. I'm either here
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