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 sad sad sad lost sad lost sad sad weeping grief

unbearable grief; unable to be freed

loss

age

sneaks up on you
like a predator
one day you don't notice it
the next
you're on the ground. Clutching your manliness and wondering how you lost it.

Easily.
You went gently into the night- instead of fighting/exercising/renewing.

you had a small death
and not petite mort, but a moment.

It can be fixed. But, for the moment. Be...

Sad, lost, sad, sad, lost, sad...

Change is a bitch.