trips down memory lane, back when words used to mean something, when letters used to be written, and emotions conveyed through ink and paper, when feelings couldn't come out through the mouth, but transferred through the hand, when things were so much simpler to simpler minds, less clouded and weighted by years of experience, and i question all those truths, those hopes and dreams, dashed amid the rocks of college, and i read those wishes and fishes for futures and shared lifetimes, of better days, always of better days, because why capture the good ones, and i apologize, for not holding up my part of the promises, for not fulfilling all the dreams and hopes and wishes and fantasies, for not having the strength, the courage, the fortitude, the depth of faith, for going as far as necessary
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