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I wonder…

If I’m a self fulfilling cliche of everything I never wanted to be. A man whose life will follow the path of many in his generation - 20’s and 30’s spent in the self occupied indulgence and pomp of an American city; 40’s and 50’s spent in the slow malaise of an American town.

Something tells me to not think about it. How you’re never supposed to play the “how is this picture different” game between what you want and what you are. How we really choose our own paths.

Maybe content is a euphemism for not thinking about it.

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