His words fell, shattering like the brittle glass of
antiquity. Bled of even the dimmest glimmer of truth, they were but muffled noise—unheard
and unheeded.
A lifetime of poor, self-serving decisions had eroded what
little self-respect he’d once possessed, and now, he lives alone, from one minute to the next, still squandering
every opportunity.
Unloved and unloving, his faded shadow reflects his diluted
soul.
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