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Complex Change
It seems like the old you and now are different.
The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same.
Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny,
Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny.
The old you that laughed genuinely,
A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby.
A walk that looked comfy and funny,
Not bothering if you were sometimes clumsy.
The old stresses were inevitable,
Anxiety that couldn’t just be a bubble.
Tears that fall are untouchable,
Still, the answers are questionable.
The scars of hurt are still in trouble,
Even when you used to be humble.
There’s a time when you're not stable,
You cry and break down, feeling unable.
It’s not the same anymore,
You have to deal with the unending sore.
Wipe the tears and stand up tall,
Feel the pain but fight again, even if you fall.
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Chonalyn Babao
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