As a legacy. The legacy of the fathers. The legacy of the countrymen of those around you.
might be different, better, wiser, and simple, but then you find yourself falling short of what you thought. Not so pure. Not so deep.
You look and see-through them, your negative examples, which slowly plowed through their DNA in you. As a relationship of sonship, we have converted to what he always tried to not to become. A subtle but steady and continuous decline.
you look in the mirror and wrinkles are the same. Those of human indifference that surrounds you.
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