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The Past That I Remembered
Sometimes back, I used to be... A role without a model, a student without success, Where “sounds great” was a phrase I struggled to express. But sometimes back, I used to be... A star in my childhood memory, Chasing dreams without courage, not quite brave, not quite free. Sometimes back, I used to be... Lovable, tangled with awkward unity, Where harmonious smiles lifted joy but often fell short, A happiness fractured, reduced without retort. Still, I marvel at the mystery of who I was. Yes, sometimes back, I used to be. I wish I could still touch that bewildered wonder, Moments full of magic, like silent lightning, quiet thunder. Yet my mind insists I'm not bewitched, Just a soul that’s changed, somehow switched. I don't know why I've started feeling outmoded. As if someone overcompensated for joy stolen away, Taking with them my victorious smile, bright as day. Sometimes back, I used to be... Dreaming often of solitude, a world all my own, Where tears left my cheeks soggy, but it didn’t matter, Because in that place, I felt a hope unshattered. Yes, sometimes back, I used to be— A spirit wild and free, untamed by time, Longing still for the echo of that past life’s rhyme. 'Cause sometimes back I used to be...
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