What is a mess?
I don't know exactly, but I'm sure you've ever found your room messy. That's the same way, but it feels in your body, flows with your blood, reach out to your brain, ended up with ruining everything.
Why is this happen?
Life?
When?
When you grow up.
Where?
Mind. Or soul. Or lungs. I don't know, who cares? You feel it.
How?
Things happens. People come and go. Shit happens. Well, again, life.
Who? Are you a mess?
Yes, I am.
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