When I was innocent and always happy.
When I believed everything was good in the world.
I was so naive that everybody was a good person.
I look at me now and wonder where did that girl go.
That girl who wore pink dresses and was an angel.
That girl is long gone and struggles for life.
I show her on very rare occasions, but it's only a tiny bit.
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My thoughts
PoetryI don't do anything that I write in my poems they are for the people are going through depression and thinking about suicide. Some of the poems are about my feelings and thoughts.
