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  • In long hallways he walks alone, chasing his past, running from his present. He trips when he takes a sip filled with a fear of change. He fails when he smells a pungent notorious notion of future free of addicted drunken spirituality. He stumbles when he sees contours of countless options ahead of him. He stops when he touches peace that may take away his past. His people. His smile. His distraction and escape. But he gets up and continues walking to nowhere. He has no path to follow.
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