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It's too complicated

It's our only way

The only person 

Who tormented him,

Chronically aflicted

and aware of the embarrasment,

Who constantly questioned it,

Was himself.

He tells him about the night,

Which nearly took his life.

How he was saved 

By a book. 

Is that what you tink of?

Do I remind you of that?

Not at all.

You remind me of

Everything that followed.