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As i grow older more do I concieve, that I the man, is this child and will always be, the callouses and scars only add years to the sorrow and what comes of sorrow? these words this book? theres a echoe in my head telling me to question everything i am...but a whisper fades softly reminding me that i am....what i have become has passed as i write these words, I will never be...but i will forever become; the clock spins to noon then back around to A.M. and all i find in me is a sore man searching for himself...lost in the turmoil of youth, i have forgotten why i strive so hard, and ultimately why i fail each time, something to remind me i left in my reflection..the glimmer in my eyes and the hope that i really do know where im going...