Where were they? I needed them and they
weren't there. Or I needed them but I wasn't there. Why do they weep?
I see them now in the mirror of nostalgia and see that I missed them
and they me but such is life and we all must move on. Should I weep
for them? Is that what the past is? Tears for the ones we should have
known? Are they sad because they see me now and wish they knew me
then? I wasn't this me then. I was a previous, inferior me. I had
nothing to offer them.
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