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Nov 2017
Am not the boy I used to be
I grew up
But what makes me.. me
Still intact, just with few modifications
I've seen life a bit
I've felt a few things too
"Love, heartbreak, panic attack, disappointment but deeply loneliness..
I learnt how to be alone
And I've seen depression in the dark
I've come face to face with my demons
I understood me back then
But now, just a few
I've understood what sorry really stands for
I've tasted the bitterness of being hurt
I really grew up
I've seen the bittersweet of things
The good, the bad & the extreme
I was once whole
Filled with ecstasy
Eye's filled rainbows
But now it's mostly grey
The rainbow's lost in my darkness
And I know not what to do
That's how broken I am
I grew up, didn't I?.
Graham
Written by
Graham  M/Lagos
(M/Lagos)   
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