I miss the person I once
was.
I miss the happiness of getting up in the morning,
not the dread that had formed a nest in my stomach.
I miss the joy of getting into school early to talk to friends,
not going because of failing classes.
I miss getting excited about summer,
not having to wonder how long i'll sleep for.
I miss the person I once was,
I don't like the person I became.
I miss the happiness of getting up in the morning,
not the dread that had formed a nest in my stomach.
I miss the joy of getting into school early to talk to friends,
not going because of failing classes.
I miss getting excited about summer,
not having to wonder how long i'll sleep for.
I miss the person I once was,
I don't like the person I became.
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