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Dwindling dreams

On the wings of time
When dwindling dreams
In the twilight
Of time and years,
When reflections in the mirror
Tell the true story,
I oft feel a huge failure
Seeking that which can never be
Not wanting to face the reality
Of life, of who I am
Of what could have been
Of what can never be.
Written by elsiesan
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Author's Note
I'm such a romantic.  I'm constantly seeking that which can never be found. So, here I am, to be 75 in a few short weeks.  Most times am sad. I cry a lot.  Am an extremely emotional person and intense person, woman. Overthinking is my forte.  

Sadness has been a way of life for me.  
My mother was 4 months pregnant with me when my older sister died of leukemia 1 week shy of her second birthday.  I'm sure I picked up a lot  of sadness from her.  

I have have another theory.  I'm thinking maybe I picked up some sadness from other primordial soup passers by.

Would that be a form of reincarnation possibly? Fuck i don't know.  Makes sense to me.  Im fairly well stoned, so...take it for what it is worth.  Nothing absolutely nothing.  From the war song.
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