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History |J|

Not much is said these days outside of updates,
and even then it's our mutual mood that dictates
the direction of our relationship.

You're a ghost to me, and I'm a demon to you.
What we have is something we can't renew.
The past has gone by.

I think of you now randomly, like always.
You don't plague my mind like the old days.
That's good.

The memories don't haunt me like they used to.
Rarely do they even surface and breakthrough
the confines of my mind.

Life would be different if we had never met,
if our mutual friend didn't take us by the neck
and make us cry together.

There was a time I'd mourn losing my ghost,
and though I was demonized, it was true.
Regret tiptoes upstairs all about
and it's still something I can never get to.

I don't know if I was your demon
because of who I was or was not.
What I do know is that it's our memories
and your back that I still got.

Though traumatizing, we tried
to do good by each other.
Back then, there was a time
you even called me your brother.