I Am Here
He is the end of her.
He is her friend!
What friend lies?
All of them?
Some of them?
None of them?
She is a punching bag?
She is not.
She does not know.
But now?
Now I look back. And I see the light.
I see the light, and I know the truth.
But I will never know one thing. Why?
No matter. I am here, I am now.
I am not happy, but I am not sad.
I am here. I am now.
And that’s what matters.
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