Hey, how are you?
Don't you recognize me?
You sure have changed a lot
But that didn't stop me from recognizing you.
I'm your biggest fan.
But is it worth it?
What happened to you?
Your clothes is tattered, ragged and old.
This isn't you.
Or should I say whom you were.
You were the big shot,
The extravagant one,
The most free,
The one with lots of promises,
The one person to climb through it all and triumph.
And your smile, green but not hollowed.
It was the brightest of all,
Far superior than the morning star in every break of dawn.
But was it all a facade?
A lie?
And must we not forget how you were the only one capable of flight?
I know it isn't fair to us.
But to you, is it fair?
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