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How did I get here again? I just got back on my feet. I thought I had you beat. I know I am not this weak. I was sitting in church last week. Praying to the lord above. I feel like my prayers were just swept under the rug. Its been so long I forget the man I was. All the past mistakes, maybe its to late. All my apologies have run dry even my loved ones wont look me in the eye. I stare into this mirror and all I see is regret. Who is this old man with very little time left?
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