I Miss Myself

February 3, 2018
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I miss that girl

who believed in

everything

Who played outside until

sunset

Who stayed up all night

reading

 

When did she

let

society

decide her beliefs

When did she

exchange

playgrounds

for the Internet

When did she

let her

bookshelf

collect dust

When did she

become

me

 

I don't remember

when I looked in the

mirror

and stopped seeing

a girl

a person

a human

 

All I can see are

flaws

imperfections

and

empty eyes

 

I wish I could

go back in time and

warn her

that the real

monsters

don't live

under her bed






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