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I remember life before,
When the world seemed so much better.
And my eyes werenβt sore,
From spending pointless hours on the computer.
Sometimes, I want to ask my past self,
How I did everything I needed to on time.
With no coffee, no breaks, or any kind of help,
How, how, how, was I so perfectly in line?
I remember when I hadnβt lost that friend,
And when my head was devoid of pain.
When it didnβt feel like the absolute end,
Of the colors in my life, now so akin to stormy rain.
Am I really who I think I am?
Or am I just a different soul in a different body?
To that 8 year-old-girl who, at the time, wasnβt so damned,
I desperately want to say sorry.
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