An Elixir

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Sometimes, looking back shows a distorted image; a mere reflection of yesteryear, filtered through the lens of today. What once was will never be again, too many lost years and spent emotions have muddied the waters of recollection; and so, nothing appears as clear as it did. We all pander to fragile egos and pride and that often works to our detriment; especially when young and naive. Rusty, fragmented memories can cut as deep as any knife; draining the heart of love and the soul of hope. The past is an elixir of distilled doubts, mixed with pain, love and hate; a volatile intoxicating brew of emotions. And hope often drowns within just such concoctions; treading water in yesterday's tears.

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