Life is but a dream.
I want to hear someone's life story. A stranger's. And then tell them mine. I want them to know everything about me. Those little things that I keep to myself because I'm afraid of judgment. Terrible, awful things that I lock up in the back of my head. My opinions. The truth. Everything and anything I can think of.
Do drugs but stay in school too so you can get a good job and buy more drugs.
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