“This too shall pass.” You were a titan upon a pedestal once, a top student god(dess) who has grown aged in a now non-amazing system, assured past your retirement and into dotage.
“You succeeded, you failed.” And whilst you once represented the avant garde rising star of the developing world, you are not aware that you fall beg and new world orders no longer heeding of your colonial hegemonic leverage.
Such is the order you established, that will always be like that, everywhere is the same.
“I died, I am born.” I never really emerged from my unspectacular heartland origins, never succeeded into your acquired peerage of the new upper class; heck, I was never establishment into the next generation, yet I did not fade into normal grey, but remained an odd multi-colour, but not of skin cancer.
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