The real me was locked away,
A long time ago.
I locked that part of me away,
To be seen no more.
I don't know what she'd look like,
Or how she'd act.
The real me left a long time ago,
And never came back.
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Poetry Collection: Volume 2
PoetryA collection of Poems based on different aspects of life from health to love, to depression to nature
