My God. Where has my youth gone? In the passage of the years, what have I to show for? I miss the heady revolutions I plotted in my head back when life was free of dead ends and only full of possibilities. Why have my feet taken me to this place of nothing? Of no color or light or energy? Now there are only walls to be breached, and threats to keep at bay. Paranoia is mine own and I am the enemy. My God. Where has the fervor gone? That boundless thirst for knowledge and quests for truth and resolution and victory. Now there is only the shell of my old self existing. I sit here, weeping for my death, the death of my youth I long to resurrect. My God, lift me from this place of breath drawn in or out and give me life.
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