*to be determined*

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I don't know who I'm writing to, I just am.
And I don't know why I'm guilty, I just am.
And I don't know what I'm writing, I just am.
And I don't know why I'm helping him, I just am.
And I don't know why I'm helping everyone, I just am.
And I don't know why I'm still alive, I just am.
And I don't know why I'm crying
And shaking
And freaking out for

No


Reason






























I just am.

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