You met me at a very strange time in my life.

You are not your job.
You are not how much you have in the bank.
You are not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your fucking Khakis.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of
the world.

It's only after you've lost everything
that you're free to do anything.

WHAT.

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