As the hair from my head falls and the hairs on my face grow grey (I prefer silver, or grey over gray), I heard for the first time today from a colleague how distinguished I'm becoming.
Ugh.
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I don't need no sympathy. I won't cry and whine. Life's my light and liberty and I'll shine when I wanna shine.
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