I reminisce.
A time when I was a small child.
The bubble not yet burst.
The kindness of perfect strangers.
My parents making friends no matter the time or place.
Before the tyranny.
After the pestilence.
The shroud of anger.
A cry for attention.
The sexual agenda.
An idea of perfection.
Individuality.
Conformity.
Socialism.
The religious agenda.
A surge in my veins.
Drugs, to ease the mind.
Blind eyes and deaf hearts.
Yes, I am all of the above.
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