THE OLD ME

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Once there was little girl,

A sweet and adorable one.

Her colorful life

Was changed with knife.

No need, no one.

Thy strong woman.

Self-motivated

And well educated.

An imperfect world

Of a province girl.

A farmer's child,

Whom he left behind.

Once a little girl,

an angel from the sky,

Mommy's rainbow light,

Is now steeped by lonely sight.

Now, I am lady,

Drowning in water,

Longing for air,

In this polluted space.

For I am perfectly incomplete

All I want is to defeat

Thy beast,

Who stole my world's peace.

I miss the old me.

Me, who cries only for candy.

Whose pain is bruised from running.

I wonder, if my Sun is 'till shining.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 10, 2017 ⏰

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