Purpose?
Where is this lost guidance I once knew? Something supplied me with the substance. Perhaps it was youth. Were my dreams a misunderstanding of eternal longing? Longing of what I never had, or never will. Romanticizing the good ol’ days I will, and perhaps will always; despite the awareness of this dilemma.
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