Times will never be the same;
Here we laugh and smile,
Like no worry in soul;
Now, sad and wrath filled in heart .
Somehow the ones we hate,
Become the one we learn to love;
Though we realize it,
A little too late.
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A series of the poems I made in 2018, the year a lot of things changed for me and those around me. It's the year I forgot how to breathe, but also the one where I slowly found myself again and learned to be who I am.