Finding Myself
The way I look at the world has changed
When you are small the world seems to have everything
Your future, new friends and happiness
Now as you grow older
The world turn grey
Your future is far from your grasp
The air gets heavy and everyone whom was your friend then
Is not now
Life then was simple
Now it rains more
You embrace yourself
No one is there but you
Your memories fade
The world turns its back to you
You try to find yourself
But the old you that smiled
Is so far away
I poured myself out
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