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This is Who I Am...This is Who I Was
Restless nights
 Tiresome mornings
 Long days with stretched out hours
 
 Torn and damaged heart
 Broken and shattered dreams
 Confused and conflicted soul
 A voice that no longer sings freely
 
 Worked up and stiffened muscles 
 And a tiresome body and eyes
 That just wish to let go and relax
 
 A will to fight 
 But a wanting to let go.
 A ability to forgive all
 But a need to forget it all
 
 Someone who has seen a lot
 But forget as little
 Eyes that seen many die
 Before they even reach the end
 
 Emptiness in the heart and soul
 Even after the pain goes away
 The feel of loneliness 
 Even when others are around
 
 This is who i am….
 
 Nights spent talking to the moon
 The morning sun bringing a smile to my face
 Days full of real smiles and laughs
 
 
 
 A naive and bleeding heart
 Hopeful and full of dreams
 Strong with a fighting soul
 A voice that sung loud and free
 
 Stiffened muscles
 Restful body and painless eyes
 
 A will to fight 
 And never give up
 A ability to forgive all
 But want to forget
 
 Someone who is naive and fragile 
 Believing nothing bad will come to the ones I love
 The eyes that never feared to see the world
 And everything I believed it to be.
 Eyes that were blind
 To the dying right in front of me
 
 A heart full of stupid,naive love
 A heart that believed love was painless and magical
 A compassionate and open heart
 That allowed all to come in.
 A heart that wanted to fill  up all the loneliness I felt when it was left to itself
 
 Loneliness
 Even then I felt it
 Even when others are around.
 The feel of being lonely
 Even when you were with the people you loved.
 
 This is who I was
 And sometimes
 I wish 
 It was who I am

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