He now knew what he wanted.
Everything was fine now, Everything was normal.
However by the past he still was - haunted.
With the fright of him losing friends,
With the fright of him just having to pretend;
That so called 'forgotten',
Still got to him.
He sat in the dark, he was afraid to face the truth.
"The false pretense in 'friendship'",
To him, was just too uncouth.
He was re-living his past,
hoping that the frustration would pass,
Could things for once get any better?
He thought so while writing himself a future letter:
"For once when things are going on right,
Life sadistically decides to avoid a fresh start
And like a row of tumbling dominos;
All in a flash, everything falls apart.
Although I should have known ages ago,
Who am I; will I ever know?"
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