good grief, when does the pain just go away...leave me be....
...
who am i?
really?
what is my purpose in life....
o god, i hope i'm not having another life crisis....any more of these and surely i'll go crazy and slit arteries and viens....or maybe use that arsenic that i know is hidden from me in my dad's work room.
who am i?
really?
what is my purpose in life....
o god, i hope i'm not having another life crisis....any more of these and surely i'll go crazy and slit arteries and viens....or maybe use that arsenic that i know is hidden from me in my dad's work room.
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they meditate constantly and ask themselves "Who am I?"
difficult question
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