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Do you remember me?

That girl I used to be

Bright and happy

Now torn apart

Once a shining light

Laughter through the night

When I was alright

Now ripped and scarred

Beautiful and free

Flying on my wings

Never knew misery

Now torn at the seams

Innocent of rage

Never felt afraid

Ignorant of pain

She is no longer me

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