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Inwardly weeping the man remembers those grand days of old those raucous perfomances in the theater days long past and never again to be performing his bottle of booze the only comfort now
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in a cold world of reality so far from the characters he'd portrayed through stunning laughter or occasionaly sobs only the good memories held him back from that point of no return to infinity
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and God knows where he will end up beyond this point in a drunken stupor his only love taken away from him in one quick swipe beyond that point now only God would know of his fate never again to reach
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