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Middle’s Melody


I grew out of those silly games

of when I was a younger person.

Because of you.

 

I started to act older,

than the age I was.

A seed that pretends

to be a tree.

Because of your choice.

 

I was invisible at the time,

silently helping with troubles.

However it was realized the mistake,

and I was not alone.

 

Listening ears came,

I could be there,

alive again.

 

Because,

even though I grow

I know

no one can take away

that bliss

of mine.

 

The one that you helped me

bring back to

life.

 
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