#21 To Old Me

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Dear old myself, I miss you so much
I miss the conversations I has with myself
I had deeper thoughts and better words back then.

I look in the mirror, not recognizing the face
Why do the reflections change? How do we miss them?
How do I get back to the girl that used to me?

She had big dreams behind her bespectacled eyes
She had big bellied laugh and wild hair
Now she is tamed to society's standards.

At some far corner of her mind a flame is till alive
Once it gets enough wind and timber
The world will be dazzled by her shine.

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