# A Letter To An Old Friend

Title: A Letter To An Old Friend
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Naser
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: LowkeyLoki
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Dear Naser,
Who do you think you are?
You came riding into town.
You claimed to be the best.
The people lined the hallways and shouted "Hallelujah!"
Oh, it looked like they loved you!
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But they didn't.
They did not love you.
They did not heed your words.
They were not your friends,
They were your enemies.
And before the week had even ended,
Naomi discarded you.
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And now, here you are,
nailed on a mental cross: Naked and weak.
Of course, the only reason I'm here
is because I know what you're really up to.
You're paying for something.
You have been crowned with guilt.
The shame of all the people you loved:
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The mistakes of every person.
That nagging selfishness that emerges from the womb
like a cancer that never stops growing.
The cheating, the backstabbing,
the despicable things they wish upon others,
all of the secrets kept under wraps;
Kept behind closed doors...
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I can see you pushing with your feet
trying to breathe under the weight of it all:
All of the petty anger of prideful men.
The blatant disregard for others.
The lack of compassion.
The insistence of entitlement.
The material obsessions.
The unspeakable amounts of money you spend on looking good,
while your family is derived of any and all hope.
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What does it feel like...
knowing that all of this is on YOU now?
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Every breakdown.
Every abandonment.
Every deadbeat dad.
Every shitty gig.
Every hopeless man left for dead in the Volcaldera streets.
The people who go through hell
and buy their desertion of dignity for a few dollars.
All the insecure rage and outbursts;
The "I HATE YOU".
The "I'LL DO WHAT I WANT".
The chronic drug addictions.
The jealousy.
The idols.
The celebration of vanity.
The constant pursuit of "Look at me",
"Look at me",
"Look. At. Me."
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Well, now we're looking at you, Naser.
And all I can see is a man drowning in sin and suffering.
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I realize these were not necessarily your doing.
Nonetheless, I'm happy for you to be taking the blame.
This world has done a fine job with this,
but I'll take it from here.
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Before we're done, I just have to ask:
What kind of person
thinks he can desert the whole world?
Who do you think you are?
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
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Sincerely,
-Anonymous