Dear Young Man,
Is life burdensome and too much to bear? Are you tired of walking this lonely road heading nowhere? Are your shoulders tired from carrying the weight of the world upon your shoulders? Are the chambers of your heart, a forgotten cathedral begging for the noon bell to resound once again?
You have done well, son. Don’t be discouraged.
Are your eyes twitching from exhaustion, are your days wearisome and long? Is your bosom’s only companion the blanket you hold onto in the quietness of the cold night? Has love slipped from your fingers as water does when you try to grasp at it? Are your hands calloused and skin brazened under the cruelty of the sun?
You have done well, son. Don’t be dismayed.
What is a man in this day and age? A tower of strength and resolute he stands as bare and proud as Michelangelo’s…
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