What I know is never enough, because it doesn't change things for me. Because I could scream at you all the things I know to be true, all the things I've figured out, and it would be wasted breath. You wouldn't know them, you wouldn't feel them to be true, you wouldn't have figured it out and so you'd think I was blowing smoke up your ass
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