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Not Like I Thought
When I woke up, in the morning, a little boy, having slept through the night, the dark was not like I thought. When I fell in love, in my teens, scared and focused and dreaming, love was not like I thought. Graduating and going out into the real world— the world was not like I thought. Falling in love for real this time, and this and this— still not like I thought. Meeting you and having her, and turning into my father— not like I thought. Growing old and fat, groaning out of the couch, grandkids— not like I thought. Slipping into the river again and again, and finally finding the sea— not like I thought. Dying— not like I—
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