A Look Past


So often I wonder what happened to who I was, then with just a modicum of retrospection, the battles, inside and out, that have resulted in every scar that mutilates and rewards my being, play before me like a manifesto of epically tragic sincerity, full with pathos, and placed lovingly on film.

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