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I remember brighter days,

better days.

When I smiled more,

I was eccentric.

My spin on life was humor,

and life was different.

Long before I knew what rejection was.

My characteristics were brighter,

I held onto hope.

Instead I faced a world

of reality.

Where I was tortured,

finding the world cruel

and intolerable.

Words would be aimed,

judged on my defects.

My world crumbled from

what I expected.

I miss those days

when things seemed

to be brighter.

When I was ignorant,

and was unaware of

the cruel nature in life.

With much wisdom gained,

I still wish I had some of those

glory days to look forward to.