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Feb 2016
I used to run freely,
To paths familiar and new,
When I was the best I could be,
But then I saw a different view.

I used to be fearless,
For I was brave and courageous,
I’ve been so careless,
Then everything was dangerous.

I used to be noisy,
Not minding what others say,
But it always felt happy,
And I refused to stay.

I used to be me,
The best I could be.
Being alone makes me feel nostalgia and scared and sad...
LJDC
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LJDC  22/F
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