Different, Almost

In another life, people would say “He was a good man.”
Scoundrel in others
Hopeless romantic throughout many
The true personification of evil, once
A weary old soul caught in the cycle, just like all the others
Head filled with dreams that aren’t really dreams but fragments of lives now dust
I wonder how they will remember me this time around.

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