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My brain is like a child's drawing. People may not think much about it, but there might have been a huge reason for drawing it. A parent's death. A few jerks at school. The loss of a so called, "friend." Or perhaps, there was not a reason at all. Boredom. An artistic mood. Loneliness. Everything has a purpose in life. But me? I'm just here for the ride.
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