I used to be childish
I used to be rebellious
I used to be free-of-worries
I used to be uncommunicative
I used to be jealous
I used to be true
I used to be realistic
I used to be mature
I used to be obedient
I used to be anxious
I used to be a dreamer
I used to be…just… happy
And yet now, I don’t know who I am
I am afraid
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06/03/2009
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