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What Am I ?

I'm a nihilistic, bemused writer that actually has trouble writing anything positive, choosing to paint life in shades of irony. So if you're one of those looking for a "Ray of sunshine" type content to brighten your day, I'm sorry.. The closest I can get to is "Light at the end of a tunnel" stuff after an array of disillusionment and chaos.

If not for all the sarcasm and any euphemistic shit, mostly inclined to philosophy and anytime introverted, my life would have been as pedestrian as an extrovert living a life of worldly pleasures.

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