Fuck it. It hit me just now as I stood outside and looked up into the sky through the drizzle. Who the hell am I? I have no identity. No face. No name. I am the perfect bastard child of modern America. I know nothing except what others want from me, what they want me to be. I labor under their misconceptions, I labor for their name, their
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