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The longer you live the smaller your circle is. Remember those family gatherings when you were in the mix now your pushed to the periphery invisible The young could care less about old people and old people stories they'd rather vape stare into cold boxes all day long dead-eyed gamers brains fried. (Dear Lord, please keep me sharp and healthy don't let me depend on them for my care) The circle is shrinking if you live long enough it will become a dot... A lone flower in the crack of a burning parking lot.

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