All of it is me
(this is just a human's way of pondering possiblities that is there for him. Think) As I sit here, I was thinking - all the what-if's. As I know that's the problem - wont you give me a solution. For this thing I know, I know now so well, is that to avoid being what I am - is not the path too choose. But, but, but.... all butts into infinity. There's no solution, to fight of this pollution. Man, get out and free your mind.
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