somebody i use to know.

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I use to be so happy.

I use to smile all the time.

Joke all the time.

Heck even play fight.

Now I fake smile.

I don't even joke unless I'm in a happy mood which is rare.

I don't play fight anymore because I'm to shy.

I use to look into a mirror and see a young girl with brown glowing eyes and red blushed cheeks with brown shiny hair looking back at me.

Now all I see is a girl with tear stained cheeks and dull brown eyes with dry hair.

I'm somebody that I use to know.

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