I took a look at my past,
my face in the mirror.
Much younger,
eyes looking forward.
Squinting to see the future.
I looked back at him.
Here I am infront.
Laughing like a motor.
He screamed through the glass.
He said drag me up to where you are.
Was it the same me I remember?
I try to focus on his eyes.
lit up amphetamine blue.
silver and engrossing.
Convincing me I am still me.
Yet it's all a fallacy.
The past me is so far behind,
with so many mistakes awaiting.
Couldn't I grant this small mercy?
I told him he was still so blind.
He told me he didn't know what I meant.
I told him pain is a gift if it makes your life better.
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