2SLuR2

The guy I am today is not the kid I was yesterday. I know that as Truth. Neither me yesterday nor me today is the man that I will be tomorrow. I believe that as truth. Yet when a cross someone I met yesterday, I pretend to be who they recognize. I have fought nightmares and lived. I have escaped demons which I never thought real. I have even changed my own destiny. All since the last time I was seen. I can never become who I used to be, and why would I ever choose to? Yet those I once wished to be important to me hold a power to make me try. If my old family truly saw me today, they would greet me as a stranger. But yet we do meet