The stars died so that you could be here today

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again

If you mean, feeling worthless and like a waste of space, then YES. EVERY SINGLE GODDAMNNED MONTH. Like another clone with 2 X chromosomes wasting away on the streets of Earth.

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