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Hey Will, why don't you cut the sh** and tell me who you're fighting for? if you're not taking care of yourself then what are you here for? I used to think there was an answer in the music of my youth but I just read Brian Wilson's biography and now I know the truth because his father never loved him and the band just wanted money and Dennis was an alcoholic who drowned looking for treasure and everyone that Brian turned to just gave him d** and took his money He was dependent on social acceptance just like every other human And now I've got no one to pray to and I've got nowhere to stay the night and it's hard to be here at all I have no faith in life to leave me satisfied I'll have these doubts and worries until the day I die And I will not go to heaven and I will not go to hell I have no faith in d**h to be anything at all I feel sick, I don't feel well What a disgusting feeling I don't like this feeling How disgusting, this feeling s**s Some of these things are symptoms and some of these are being human and I am torn between trying to be a better man and trying to accept the man I am The people that I've talked to and the books that I've read and the TV shows and movies that I've seen are all I have to turn to to learn how to live but when? When? When? When? When? When? When will I ever learn?