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This photograph
is the last thing that I have.
The only memory left
of how things used to be.
I don't even know
who you are anymore.
All the thing's you stood for
have shattered and left me cold.
You used to be kind.
You used to care.
Now you put down people
like you are better than them.
You have become a stranger
in my eyes.
Someone I don't know.
Someone I don't want to know.
I will keep this picture
locked up tight in a safe.
Protecting the real you
from what you've become.
Hey Stranger!!!
Look at yourself in the mirror.
What do you see?
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I definitely understand where you stand on this persons sudden and abnormal behavior. how sad it is to see someone you care about, abruptly change for the worse and having to witness it with no power in your hands to guide them back to the path of rightness. nevertheless, good work with this piece :)
