There's not much to know about me. I'm just one person out of billions.
My birth marked the countdown to my death.
Mr. Right is also Mr. Taken and happiness is a myth.
If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring.
No, we do 'cause we care not for the thrill.
Collect calls to home; tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone.
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