Every year on my birthday, I go through a bit of a rough moment. I was adopted 3 days after being left in the hospital by my birth mother. Essentially an orphan in the world, a baby with no human touch, no love, no hope. My birthday is always one that is reflective. This year I pondered about what kind of man I am
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