here I sit with tired eyes, slackening hands, and an aching déjà vu no longer a young recruit in the struggle for what should be; now I am nothing but a witness to the battle that never dies a lifetime ago we fought to be heard - if only we had learned to listen! so, the rocking chair sways with regret and the wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round
It does seem like such a long time ago, and it was only a breath away.
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So fast . . . 😞
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Yeah…
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