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caught between two fucking fractured philosophies
what is happiness? what is money? what is life?
why do questions infect my existance?
what if my life ended today?
what if I am in debt for my entire life?
can I not have my bohemian standards and be successful?
is there no compromise between the two?
or will love would lose its richness in the bitter ice of New York?
alone. the ice has already frozen my heart...when will it end?
tis the question I can answer--in thirty days when the choice must be made.
what is happiness? what is money? what is life?
why do questions infect my existance?
what if my life ended today?
what if I am in debt for my entire life?
can I not have my bohemian standards and be successful?
is there no compromise between the two?
or will love would lose its richness in the bitter ice of New York?
alone. the ice has already frozen my heart...when will it end?
tis the question I can answer--in thirty days when the choice must be made.