
Men are horrible, vain and conceited. They have hair all over their bodies.
I laughed.
And then the summer night smiled for the third time. For the sad, the depressed, the sleepless, the confused, the frightened, the lonely.
I felt wistful.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night; Take these broken wings and learn to fly; All your life, You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
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