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Hello It's Me Again Part One
Hello. ... It's me. It's kind of been awhile. How are you? I hope you're well. Sigh... I'm afraid I'm... ...Well, I'm on the edge... I'm on the edge of a ledge... ...With a noose around my neck. Shucks. I don't know who I am. Not anymore. I used to have a vision. It wasn't beautiful. But, it was realistic. I'm sorry. I rambled in the preamble. I'm stumbling, I've been humbled, ...And inside I'm troubled. ... Can I tell you something? I don't know how to love anymore. Especially not myself. Because that is not who I am. That me is a damn sham. I swore I would never touch poison. And now it's rotted my brain. All I feel is pain. Every heartbeat is a strain. And maybe, just maybe, it's all in vain. I'm sorry. I'm an emotional wreck. Shucks. You loved me more than I ever loved myself. You saw something. Was it buried? Can it ever be found again? ... You've been gone nearly three years. ...But, every morning the wound is fresh. Who am I? WHO AM I? What have I become? What can I become? What future is left for me? I'm sorry. I know I can change. I have to. Because if I don't... I'm going to be killed... By the man I could have been. The very man you saw in me. ..Because he finally had enough. ...
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