You think, you wonder, you ponder, you flash back, you dream, you psychoanalyse, you stop, you start all over. You eat some cereal and wonder why you don't have a burning passion; what that means. You blame your mother, miss your brother, wish for another. You eat something bad, maybe ice cream. Maybe order food you can't afford. Then you freak out, worry, and feel guilty. So you pray. Then you go to sleep feeling sorry for yourself.
How about this: how about you try something new?
How about this: how about you try something new?
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