As I Look Back

As I look back

A flood of sentimental clichés

Lost loves, dashed dreams, inner struggles of a most poignant nature

Evocative music, faint voices whispering, and books; very dusty, dusty books

"What does it all mean?" I ask myself. "Why do..."

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Bam! 

I should not look back while driving.

The End

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