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We turned our questions into burning obsessions. |
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Some asked: "Why me?" |
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Others cried: "Why everybody else except me? Accept me!" |
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Answers proved aloof or elusive |
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and always seemed to be conducive to mood swings. |
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With tempers flaring we took those tattered chi's and ideologies out of their vaults. |
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Our faults aren't our fault. |
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Now we're better than ever. |
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We drowned our problems in the whiskey. |
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The bottom of the bottle dripped as clean as our conscience and we slept unconscious. |
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We smoked our drugs and cigarettes to cleanse regrets, and always betted on regretting the outcome. |
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We did, and then some... |
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We rinsed our nicotine stained fingers double clean. |
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We dropped back to default. Our faults aren't our fault. |
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Now we're better than ever. |
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(1, 2, 3, 4...) |
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Regressions left our lessons laid out for our attention. |
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A tension left us open to change. |
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Three cheers for hoping! |
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Reason ain't our long suit. |
