Oh, my unheraled friends, dank with moral depravity or intellectual bleakness. Where are my people?--- Have they hidden behind bottles?, a noble profession, or have they gone away--- with hope of partner in thought vanquished long ago. My internal examination of arrogance does not allow me to answer. Who am I to speak? (As if I had puppeted the answers)
Reason for writing:
Self-doubt, poor selection of friends
Birth sign: Virgo
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