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Damn It: It is a Fucking Quandary
Lost in this damn sea of uncertainty,
Damn trying to figure out what the hell I should do.
Am I just a damn animal, eatin', sleepin', screwin' around,
Or is there some fancier damn shit I'm supposed to damn well pursue?
Is this all a damn illusion, thinking I'm better,
Like I'm some hotshot above other damn creatures?
Would it be easier if my damn brain was dull,
The damn outcome of my existence no different than other damn creatures too.
Damn trying to figure out what the hell I should do.
Am I just a damn animal, eatin', sleepin', screwin' around,
Or is there some fancier damn shit I'm supposed to damn well pursue?
Is this all a damn illusion, thinking I'm better,
Like I'm some hotshot above other damn creatures?
Would it be easier if my damn brain was dull,
The damn outcome of my existence no different than other damn creatures too.
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