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The days have grown long, the nights longer, and my bones carry the weight of decades.

I wander through memories like faded rooms, each one echoing with what I thought I’d build, what I thought I’d become.

There’s a quiet question I carry now: a lifetime spent chasing, striving, hoping, and yet, when I look back, the shelves are bare, the gardens untended, the roads I thought I paved dissolved into dust and shadow.

How did it all go so wrong

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