I don't understand you, your motives, your ideals, or your thoughts.
I've given up on figuring them out.
You began as a mystery to me, and you'll end as mystery.
I guess that's karma telling me that I can't have everything that I want. I want to figure you out the most, and I know you the least.
I don't have what I want...when do I get what I need?
What do I need? I have no idea.
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