When I make it through the day without 5 million breakdowns,
I worry that I'm moving on.
I'm not moving on.
I'm waiting.
Other guys are nothing,
and my life right now is centered,
basically,
on distracting myself until you get your shit together.
But it fucking sucks, man.
I just wonder,
how long is it going to take,
how long will I have to do this
to prove my
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