He knew me before my confidence was
Crushed, bravado broken
Before my psychotic episode eroded
The self we both knew
He knew me when I was
Bold, brash, tough, and accomplished
We talked over a few days about good times
Performed a couple simple songs we used to play
He noticed me shaking, heard me fumble a few notes
Didn’t want to hear me narrate
The tragedy my episode was, is still
Doesn’t want to hear about me weak, my weaknesses
I don’t like it either
But as it’s me, I have to live with the narrative
Continue as best I can with
The awareness of what once was
What I once was
David Fekete 
Oct 25, 2019 @ 00:45:09
oh, man this is so well-written and kicks off from the beginning like a gunshot
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Oct 25, 2019 @ 08:21:19
Andrew, thank you for your affirmation. It means all the more as, from visiting your site, I see you as an educated critical mind.
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