Of A Certain Age

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An age of innocence that never was, fixed memories both joyful and false. Seeking comfort and consolation and freedom, I found myself barely surviving the distractions, disillusionments, depressions.
False gods, phony idols, facetious goals.
Gold exchanged for a handful of dust, bones buried beneath competitor’s treasures.
Time enough has been wasted

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