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Wait, What?"Well, good god damn..." I said out loud (but to myself, no one else is around).And now I'm compelled toward self-interrogations, or maybe personal progression through new informations. "Go ahead," he said. "Answer your own questions now." "Like when is enough ever gonna be enough?" I also remember him saying, "You may find yourself still starring down your mirror's throat for answers as hard to find as this voice is getting rough." And I said (trying to be "hard"): "My heart muscles are too tough." He just laughed lightly and said: "Well, how long must one go on playing the worst versions of themselves?" Well, a good friend of mine told me that it's It's until "one goes off". |