Starting again.
My friend, you betrayed me.
What relief there is in that simple statement!
Your actions so entirely obliterated
Your pillar of my world that your betrayal
Has lost its sting and I am left without a doubt:
You were not my friend.
And so I am free, released from all burden.
Unstable currently, yes. But oh!
What joy I'll have creating more fruitful foundations!
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