Oh, How the Times Have Changed.
I am
n o t
the person
I used
to be.
I am
l o s t
in this
world,
trying to
find
my way.
It all started
that day
when you came,
looking to
t a k e
what I
cannot
give.
You took it
anyway,
despite
p r o t e s t s
and tears.
I will
not
soon forget
that day.
Now,
I don’t know
w h o
I am.
Maybe if
I search,
traverse this
grief-ridden
world,
I’ll find the
real
me.
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