I miss the girl I used to be
The mind was full of happy
A burden rests upon me now
One which I cannot disavow.
I believed in life and hope
I had ways and means to cope
There was no fear or anxiety
And, days were in gaiety
Forever now in constant battle
Handling the nonstop tattle
Isolated by one and all
The evil one has me in thrall
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