Same
Same fabric same clothes
But I stand in the mirror with yet another pose
Same blanket same bed
But I realize my safe haven is just an excuse for procrastination woven with thread
Same wallet same money
But what used to mean freedom now means responsibility
Same tears same eyes
But no more hugs I am in the bathroom with muffled cries
Same face same smile
But the little girl has been lost for a while
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