He isn't the man I once knew, full of ambition and life. Disregarding the harshness of his condition like a man lost in a cold desert and the only way is to move forward. He always lived for the moment despite his sad upbringing of hopelessness. He was once full of happiness, good stories and poems. He is my father the man I am reminded of every time I look in the mirror. Time has done it's work, filling his world with pain, loss and agony.. His once beautiful smile ripped from his face only to be replaced by sadness, his radiant personality gone. He works to stay afloat in this sea of the hopelessly hopeful. Memories of his youth gone like the seconds that pass. One second: stories of triumph gone. Two seconds: hope gone. Three seconds: dreams of going back gone. My father was full of ambition, disregarding the harshness of his condition like a man lost in a cold desert.
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