I grew up on Mars, but then moved to Venus as a teenager... I later went to college on the moon... but now I'm a successful wrestler here on earth living out my dream.
I live a lonely life style.
You could say I'm a lone wolf.
But this road is the only road I have ever known...
I wasn't always this way, I can tell.
But for as long as I can remember, I was thrown into this life.
I hate myself.
But I don't really.
I think that everyone has a different past that everyone else.
I have no friends, only people I "talk" to through a computer screen.
Yes, this is my life, a sad one but, but here I am, alive, so I must serve some purpose.
It is a quite enjoyable life, but a very quiet and lonely one too.
I live to compete. But I do not compete.
I live to die. But I do not die.
I serve my team, but I do not have one.
I have a pack, but I am a lone wolf.
It probably started when my parents abandoned me at 53.
The life I live...
But I do not live. And I do not die.
Answer:
[spoiler]-The life of an old computer. The computer lives in old software in the conputer, like it's old motherboard.[/spoiler]
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