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It's not easy to deserve,
But tis so easy to desire,
To flame with passion and want,
To pursue with abandon and foolishness,

And yet not deserve,
What parameters are there?
Why am I so parched?
When I am already drowning?

Why do I have to smash
Everything I create?
Why do I throw up?
When I ingest something delicious.

And yet why do I still desire?
And yet the answer is so simple,
So painstakingly clear,
I ask too many fucking questions.