Uncertainty
I wake up in the morning and I'm not sure what I am looking at,
who is this girl that stands in front of me and what happened to the joy that ran through her.
What happened to the girl that loved without questions and smiled like the sun talked to her.
I miss that that girl
because the one that I am looking at right now isn't sure what her next move should be...
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