You sing, you teach and show me, you loom everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see your happiness at your achievements, I see the world open to you and the roads you will travel never follow, never will you take the wrong turn at the fork before you, always your road a long journey filled with opportunity and success beyond your wildest imagination, and I look down the roads I have travelled and am reminded that my roads have been a series of short paths always ending before the fork that would define me, and I see my failures piled high and overlapping and suffocating the fight to break free and crawl like a baby once again to learn to stand on my own two feet and defeat instead of retreating into my self inflicted suffering, I see it's getting late the road no longer paved, pot holes and dirt, desserted and burned and I see, you don't have to tell me. I see what I see. . .
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