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Lying on the grass carpet,
I met myself,
A kid from the past oblivion.
Sought my assistance, 
Questioned the path I travelled.

We both talked an hour, 
Despite our dissimilarities, 
The faces were the same.
It left me in awe initially,
Calmed knowing it's me.

The road I travelled, 
Not less a disappointment,
Now I look back, it screams at me,
They say I'm a hypocrite.
You indeed enjoy the journey. 

Black skies hover the lost path,
A blurred image I can't see through.
Is this the cataract on my eyes?
"Let the sun shine again"
But child, what’s changed if ghosts remain?
Why drag me back to that old pain?

He spoke of summers, bright and free,
Yet stirred the graves inside of me.
I relived, though vague, 
His words were de-ja-vu.
Grave screeches, woke the dead.
Revived past.
Now they raise questions too, 
Contradicting my every statement.

Don't get curious kid, it backs downfall
People would judge you.
They spare none, 
Be a hero, a fool, a king, a clown...
Raise the shield, prepare for the battle
Let the war come.

You remember, don't you?
So, you harbour the grudges?
Did you fight back, or just hold pain?
I apologise, it must be early.
I wish I could make them stop.
Do me this favour.

I drew a line between justice and revenge,
You should too.
The line I once crossed, hardships manipulated,
Caused me a war, and left me blind.
The life you live, I can't recall,
We share the name, but no such life.

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