i don't know.
i feel like i'm missing something, maybe.
is this teenage angst caught in a cryogenic freezer?
it could be.
maybe i need punk rock to save me.
maybe i need to make the world.
maybe i need to just go outside in the sharp clear cold and breathe, lightly at first, and then with growing conviction and strength, until i am breathing in everything that exists, even the things that i can't see and more than ever, i maybe will know that's it ok not to know.
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