I wonder.
If I'll ever find someone again.
To spend time, laugh, just be alive with.I wonder.
If I'll ever be that happy kid.
Who smiles randomly, freely and justGenuine.
I wonder.
If a lot of things had not changed.
Would I still be happy?But then again, what a thought.
All of it was built on a lie.I had never been who I really was.
Cause I've never really known.
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Artemis' Pensieve
No FicciónLyrics to the hymns of my messed up mind... Or atleast something that resembles it..