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A lot has changed for the years that passed.

A lot of pain a lot of tears.

I think I’m happy,

But I inside I’m sad

Living a life of lies,

Always the one to compromise

Tired, used up.

But I can never give up.

I used to be happy.

I used to be free.

Now I fell lonely.

Now I’m not me.

I miss myself.

I miss being me.