I live in a shack without an address ... on a lane without a name. Some say I'm conspicuous. Some say I'm mysterious. I have no shame. I'm not here to gain. Hear my wisdom and see my pain. I don't complain. I use my brain. I help other's judged insane. I don't care about fame. I'm not very popular. I'm pretty much invisible. I love life and I'm not miserable. Some situations get critical. And some people just want to be individuals.Birth sign: Cancer
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