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I'm an enigma: a man of pure soul and tender heart. Fretted for I don't know where I'm headed to, but I know where I wanna be. Whenever I'm nearer the destintion, it keeps slip-sliding away. I know not what to do. Though I try not to, I always end up swimming upstream and running against the wind. And despite all my will & efforts I happen to end up drifting in the direction I never intended. Then I get served what I least wanted. I'm a man of few friends. Only the good old solitude has been my faithful companion non grata. I often wonder "Will life ever be a little nicer to me?".
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