I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition? Days of omission? I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite, adding to the overwhelming, aaaaaaallllways, a question of truth ... your truth, and question my efficiency, impact, the words you can't hear, shocking, the words I can't write ...
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