If I died tomorrow, it wouldn't be much different than dying yesterday.
Waking up is much like death.
There is no today.
As I lay here, questioning everything...
I just accept, and conform.
Confront? Never.
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Laugh at me, with me, for me, to me--as long as you're laughing, I'm fine.
Slow down you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you're so smart tell me why
You are still so afraid?
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