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I am sliding here farther out on this string that was my hope failing fast, dimmer now is my sight as I hang onto what I thought was true, long ago languishing somehow. where did the joy once mine run to? sliding along the evening sigh more like a raspy saunter of some other times when life was right brighter when this string was filled with hope hope, once my constant friend is my friend no more. and I sit here, in this lonely room my smile vanquished with the wind...