Took a while to get where I am

His memory lingered for months 

I felt I was scammed 

Like just part of his “hunts”

I fell prey to his empty words

No wiser was I then

I had to be my own knight, with my own sword

I realized this just when
And slowly I let go of that balloon 

Up to somewhere it went 

And bit by bit I got better all sooner than soon

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