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Fear, happiness, and sorrow those are the three feelings of life. Fear runs all but a few of are lives. Those that are fortunate to live with out fear don't know what life is. It grows inside me as time goes on more house too build different cars to work on but the skills necessary keep growing harder and harder to find. Friends and family pushing away. Life keeps going in the hell were born. Works growing scarce but I keep pushing forward. I look around at the houses I've built and see all the technology we cope with. The woods start feeling more and more like home as I keep cutting. Lonewolf is what people call me. I keep to myself and yet help many. I have a small house with countless acres of land. My property keeps growing as people try to move in. City folks trying to live in the country were they don't belong. But the more people come around the more work for me. With no buddy but me, there are few bills to pay. A family is not my life but the wild life my family. Cruses on my bikes learning with my eyes and my hands. Too keep growing the skills needed are in technology being designed.