Living in delusion on the banks of denial

How did I go from waking up every morning with the first thoughts of where should I go tonight? To waking up with toughs of should I get out of bed now and come back in twenty to get my knees? When did I trade my conversations of clubbing, dining and fashion, for doctors, grey hair and arthritis? Oh and try saying anything to my Mom and you’ll hear, “that’s nice, just wait”. Thankx Mom. Luv you too… R-

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