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Act 3: Scene: One and doneJuly, 1991I went back after being aheadAnd what I mean is I lost my way and went back to being lost instead of finding my way home.I lost it all And you look back and you think and you wonderYou wish and you dream and you have ideas of what you could have said.I wish I said more.I wish I did more.I wished I was better.I wish I was bigger and bolder.But I was only me. I wished I didn’t have to wish so much but life is life and the past is this forever unchangeable thing. Hence, we live with regrets. And hence we live with the past or we scurry to run and hide because it hurts when we live in the shadows of a wish that never came true and a wish that never was and never will be. I spoke my heart out to the sky and prayed and wished and I begged and I pleaded. I worshiped and I tired to have a life that resembled something close to what I wanted.And you reach and you try and you beg and you borrow. You do what you can, by any means necessary.You steal and you…

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