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Fuckabees...

and as if law school weren't enough, my wrestling match with my own existential crisis has come to the forefront.
i just don't understand the people here...i gotta say...there's not a single loyal person here...
i could stare down at the wall for hours, and it's the same as life. there's no such thing as life if no one is living it with you. i plug myself into people only to find torn paper in my hands, remnants of the farce i believed to be people.
i can't talk to anyone. there's no one to talk to. in fact, there's not even a soul to pretend to talk to.

i'm talking here...
but there's no return...just a return key...
someone once told me you're born with everything you need, God made you that way...

i was born with myself. God gave me myself.

God gave me my self


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