". . . I never thought I would be, at twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. -Woe-is-me.-But I guess that it comes with the territory, An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like an imminent possibility to me."
Oh! Brandon Boyd are you the only one who knows how I feel? If only you were here to serenade me!
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