He was a fool. A coward. I was always there. Shouting from a little corner of his mind. Nudging him to let me out. He almost let me, for a while, only to shut me back in harder than ever. He was afraid of me. Of what might happen to his future if he let me take control. But he was in pain. In the end... I think we made peace with eachother. He was exhausted. He let me take the reigns. After that... he didn't want them back. And he quietly disappeared. I can't hate who he was... who I was. We were victims of circumstance.

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