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.
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Reason Ain't Our Long Suit
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Boysnightout (Boys Night Out) |