But in a twisted perverted way.
I'm the hermit on the mountain, trying to help someone. It's just a matter of time before that person beats me, robs me, and leaves me for dead.
And why does it happen? Because I'm a nice person.
Who dies today. I refuse to help another person out. I have to only look out for myself.
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