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I sit by myself and cry
Over memories of long ago. 
The person I was has since died. 
Who I am I no longer know.

I remember friends I had 
And summer days long forgotten. 
Of playing war games with my dad, 
and dreaming of my begotten.

But somewhere through the mists of time 
All I loved has faded away. 
There is no poetry, no rhyme 
To express what my heart needs to say.

Though people are always around me 
I somehow feel I'm always alone. 
They never seem to really see 
Or hear my voice's depressed tone.

I long for the sunny days, 
The sensations of being free. 
And I search in this dismal haze 
In hopes of finding what once was me.