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where is that person i used to be?



i used to look at her in the mirror everyday



so quite, so extreme



gentle, thoughtful, and innocent



she had wings, just immaculate,



everything she was, she was pure



she may have had nothing but it was everything to her



now replaced by a lost little girl



she knew she wasn't pretty,...but you felt he beauty in her soul



the way people with six sense can



nothing was to big, yet everything was



she had been every women and man



her wet neck and dry tears only had cease to exist



in a world of rose petals perfume, and launched on the kisses of pearls



now she is nothing but spite, pure spite



every bead a new hate felt, selfish uncaring and manipulative



she is nothing more then myself