I have never seen him as clearly as I saw him yesterday. Now, I can't forget his face and how lost he looked.

I never realised how much I hated him - me - either.

How could you have saved your younger self? I guess we shouldn't expect any of this to make sense.

I just realised I wrote "little boy" above. He was 16. Hardly "little". And yet, inside, he was...
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is whose life is it anyway because livin'
Living is the best revenge
You can play
-- Def Leppard

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