Dear Past Xander,

Dear Past Xander, 

I don't know you, 

and you do not know me,

for all I've known is,

unexplainable atrocities.

You were a young, kindred spirit

and now you're so dull, making hasty decisions.

Red, white and blue hang so freely, 

but who has imprisoned who has abused thee? 

For all that you are, and for all that you know,

the life that follows you, has deep scars to show. 

                                                          Love, Future Xander 

 

 

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