A farewell to my past self
Time to put her up on the highest shelf
To collect dust
She was so naive
Prone to misbelieve
And not see the tricks up their sleeve
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PoetryYou filled my bones With words we never spoke Suddenly I was too much to carry A collection of poems I wrote on my notes app and want to share with the world of wattpad.
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A farewell to my past self
Time to put her up on the highest shelf
To collect dust
She was so naive
Prone to misbelieve
And not see the tricks up their sleeve
