Who was I then?
I don’t think
I’ll ever really know
or how could I?
This I know: They will never grasp the sadness
I feel in my bones
every. single. day.
Wasted years, wasted youth.
Ah, but mine is not a unique story to tell
but it is just that – mine
and no one can convince me otherwise,
much as I wish it simply were not so.
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A common thread at this age when we have the luxury of time to ponder how we got to where we are. I agree, we are not unique, it’s just our story to tell.