Old, old, old aren't we all.

Afraid of help.Overcoming, retreating, dieing, and all the while filling our glasses with the same drink.

 I forget myself.I forget  that I had to get use to myself and the world tends to deal with me a different way than I deal with myself.

 But the world also forgets itself. It's had so much time to come into it's own
And we only get a life time'¦'¦.if that.  

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