I find myself tossing and turning in bed,
as obscure thoughts start creeping my head.
A little enigma in behaviour i see,
makes me fear of a hurt i cannot free.
Bad memories do trouble us much,
pollutes our mind for nothing as such.
I keep reminding myself the only simple truth,
"he is not him, he is not him."
i keep repeating the only simple truth,
"he is not him, he is not him."
my only consolation is the one and only truth,
"he is not him, he is not him."
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