The voices came back,
bringing their hateful words,
their I-told-you-so's...
Some tried to be nice,
to understand that it hurt,
but harshness was loud.
They repeated words,
reminding me of before,
when they were so right.
They whisper their points,
until the rain came to me,
and then there was calm.
I look up to see,
my glasses filled of drops.
Fate laughs at me.
I stare and laugh back.
Rain is better than a sun.
Fate does not know me.
Voices shut up for once.
In the end, we never know:
who is in control?
I walk down my path,
knowing, that in the ending,
the path will be kept.
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