Why do I need to be found just because I'm lost?
What if I like the spontaneity behind all the confusion?
No set direction but I'm still happy like I'm drunk without the alcohol,
No idea where I'll end up but I see the beauty in every path laid out before me...
Who decided that knowing is truly everything?
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Laguna (
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