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Maybe it's the absence of a brother to look up to,

Or a god to worship and speak to.

Maybe the nostalgic moments of a free spirited time,

Over turned by the thoughts of growing old,

Have finally taken its toll.

I speak to myself, 

Now as I was then.

Growing old was not part of my childhood dream.

And it may be now as it always was,

Growing up is hard.

Seeking friends,

Sharing outdated ideas,

it was always a problem.

Especially when it was to late.

Once all of your friends have left leaving mystified strangers.

You're all alone.

Seeming to fend for yourself once again.