I had a conversation with a few people, people that I consider to be my closest friends, Saturday night. We all drunk, but I remember it very well, and a drunk mind speaks a sober heart. That conversation got me thinking about who I am, and who I can actually trust. I don't want to tell anybody anything anymore. And who am I actually? I blend into so many different situations that I think I lost track of who I am.
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