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I'm changed,

It's like yesterday, I remember,

Was playing around, carefree,

Not caring bout sick society, being edgy;

I'm changed,

This distressing cruel world did,

No more that sunshine girl,

but busy faking,

Real me forgotten long ago;

I'm changed,

Mind's a mess,

Only wish's to be left alone,

Can't muse sharing worries;

I'm changed,

I miss the mingler me,

That friendly one, the present.

The cold me, I hate the most;

I'm changed.

Author's Notes/Comments:

This poem is about my life.. its my secret my life and the ways i changed.

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16 November 2016 - 4:40pm — allets

Even the crazed, inconsistent, wrong, jubilant, pensive, confused, intelligent, odious, critical, fine, smiling ME.

Balance is the need

for the hour of considering

me. Time is the

fulcrum for measuring

the strengths and

the resistences

of me. Take a scale

put me on one side

put life on the other side

and wait for it. Yes.

Balance.

Stella Crews

11-16-16

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