the lost man chronicles
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sighing it all away, seems to be my only means of redemption lately. ďyou canít have this, you canít have that,Ē makes me feel as if i never grew up, for i still have trouble with the grand scheme of things that deems i must give up everything as i come to want them.
it seems every step forward ends up being a misstep that might offend. ugh! where does it end?
which is why iíve resigned to stepping sideways and awry from now on. even if i must abscond a few commandments, some contemporary community standards and even a tenet of the constitution or two, because my own restitution as in individual seems to have no place in the public life of the dutiful and the well-to-do.
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