I have this void inside me. This vast emptiness. I'm searching for anything that can fill it.
Some people think I've lost myself. But I don't have a self to lose. I'm trying to find myself because right now I don't exist. Maybe I'll find something about me in the bottom of a bottle or the end of a joint. I don't know but I have to keep looking because if I don't...then I'll die.
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