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the other day it hit me, hit me like a ton of bricks ravaged my being, made my stomach sick to think behaviors displayed could show this frailty of mind supporters cheer in astonishment, believe me they are too kind the clowns are still crying, and it's plain to see a uniform of jubilance shadows discomplacency streets once paved with gold now shape up to arduous cobblestone foes the paths were once shared by those now thorn covered rituals of denial where did i go wrong? suffering through the wounds of only time will tell tear it down throw it out never think of both