My words have no meaning
My name is Man and I am no poet. I am a problem-solver. All I do is work because I've stopped playing a long time ago. My mantle of responsiblities and obligations commands a cold, clinical method to my madness. I am the son, the father, the husband, the citizen, the lover, the taxpayer, the worshipper, the sinner, the desperate and the hopeless. I am all I was supposed to be and allowed to be. Truly, I am at a loss.
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