There are faces I see,
Faces I remember,
Faces I forget.
There were faces I loved,
Faces I was jealous of,
Faces I hated,
But, I forgot them all
even mine.
What was I like?
Was I special? Was I loved?
How did I live? Was I alone?
I see people changing their lives.
Why can't I change mine?
They are changing their old ways and staring new ones. Happy ones.
I am the only one that can't change or start a new life.
Why can't I?













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