I hate my life; it is not worth living.
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- In my life of labor and endless searching for connections, I sometimes pause to muse over the people I love, the natural and artificial world around me, and the ideas that provoke my imagination or ire.
2 comments:
Didn't you have two last time we talked?
Your life IS worth living, dear friend, motorcycle or no.
thanks...
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