What is life? But then who am I to ask? I am a grown person, not married. I mastered the art of survival. I lead a good life, or so they tell me. Yet am I really living? I am not sure. The plans I make are hollow, lacking companionship. At least I am planning... My mind is active, yet something is missing. Something is missing... ~ Mainz, Germany, Jan. 14, 1979
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