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Poesia

This is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.

Remembering Then

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by nailinthewall

by nailinthewall

When I was a kid I used to look forward,

Now all I do is look back.

Maybe I'm trying to find something I've lost,

Retracing old steps to find it.

When I was a kid I used to be fixed,

Now all I am is broken.

Maybe I'm trying to retrieve those pieces,

Retaking old steps to find it.

When I was a kid I used to be happy,

Now all I am is sad.

Maybe I'm searching for my silver lining,

Remaking old cells to find it.

When I was a kid I used to speak,

Now all I am is silent.

Maybe I'm trying to lose myself,

Replacing old sounds to find it.