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sat upon the steps in a cold, spring storm face upturned to the darkened clouds. chemical raindrops mixing with the salt of forgotten tears. questioning all that has come before. choices made, roads followed, trails blazed. brains washed, faith lost, hearts broken. chains that bind one to the past. another ghost of marley moaning in the darkness, mourning all that has been lost to the folly of the ancients. brick upon brick of social mores built for the purpose of guiding the future. unchanging, lacking flexibility, unable to adapt to the societal changes punching through the shroud of forgotten beliefs trained to march in lockstep with all that has come before. unquestioningly accepting paths designated safe for all ages.