I used to know myself.What a wonderful person I was.I was the reflection of joy; happy no matter what.I still know that feeling, no it is not gone.But the laughter tastes different,Almost bitter on my tongue.I have changed so much, but I have yet to grow. I know there are many things I still do not know.And sometimes I'll lay down in the meadow and thinkOf how I used to know me.
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