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She's Back

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DarkRose407

Published: Jan 2, 2014

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It's been 2 years

Since everything changed

It's been torture

I hated it

I miss the old me

The careless one

The opinionated one

The fearless one

She lost her way

So she ran

So far

Left me alone

I was vulnerable

I was emotional

I was broken

I was alone

But...

At the same time

I was being

The me I always hid

The me I didn't like

The me I didn't believe

The me I wanted dead

She'll never leave

She's stuck

Forever

But that other girl

Miss independent

Miss carefree

Miss stand up

Miss stand out

She has returned

She will protect me

Forevermore

She's back

She's back for good

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