As I sit here in a place of solitude my reflections of the past haunts me.
Failures, disappointments and shame. I look around second guessing whose fault led to my demise was it you, him or we.
At the end of the day there's no one to blame not consistent, no commitment, hidden talents, laying as waste in a deserted place with dry bones. The memories of what could've been, the present thought of what could be.
Limitless...
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