... a chronic inability to live in the moment. An ingrained defiance, never to enjoy the present. Always peering into the future, always hoping for better things.
And always wondering if time is running out; if this is all that is left. Regrets over mistakes made, things that should not have been said: these gather like dust on pavements, swirling swirling swirling away in the wind.
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