Who are you? Because I know who I am. But I don’t think you know who I am. I am me. I am just another being who breathes the air you choose to share with me, who walks on the very ground that you yourself have once walked on, who believes that things can work out even when you tell me they can’t. Most importantly, I am a being who doesn’t need drugs as their medicine, just a simple fix.
And that fix is you.
And that fix is you.
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