I miss the me
who used to dance
spinning and whirling
bending and twisting
I miss the me
who ran everywhere
hair flying behind her
with out any a care
I miss the me
who could read ten books
a week and tell
you all about them
I no longer dance
or run or read ten
books.
I miss that I miss I miss the me
who used to dance
spinning and whirling
bending and twisting
I miss the me
who ran everywhere
hair flying behind her
without any a care
I miss the me
who could read ten books
a week and tell
you all about them
I no longer dance
or run or read ten
books.
I miss that I miss me
I miss the me that
Used to be before
The demon
Took control.
I miss doing
What I used to love more
Than you will ever know
I have no words
To say his much it hurts
To think of the me
Who used to be.
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