Before you
struggle I do
I miss the old me
How do I find the person I was
When you broke her so
Shredded into small pieces
Where did the confidence go
Defeated in the love game
My heart a shattered thing
To be quashed by your foot
My face a flame
With desolate pain
Who is this person
Who resides in this body
A warped reflection
Darkened by the lack of sun
That was the inner joy
Now I am just a memory
A recollection
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