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Midlife
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Midlife |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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As I approach my midlife, thinking 80 is the max, I come to a realization that is often filled with regret, Some have children so that they may fulfill the ultimate task, A familiar face stands there as you take in your last breath, But this is not to be my fate, as I have no child of my own, Tried for many years, then gave up as I am too old, Some may read this and say, how can 40 be too old? I have been worn down since my early teens, and that’s is why I am not bold. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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