Change?

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Do you know,
What it feels like,
To change?

I thought,
I didn't.
I was wrong.

I used to be,
Carefree and happy,
But now I'm different.

I feel,
Empty,
And restrained.

It gets hard,
To think straight,
Like my thoughts are,
Running away.

Each one,
Broken up,
So it's one word,
At a time.

I can't hold,
Them for long.
They slip away.

I guess,
I did change,
Because I used to,
Know.

I used to,
Communicate.

I used to,
Feel.

I used to,
Be me.

Now I am,
Just a shell,
With echoing thoughts,
Repeating,
Again and again.

And whisps,
Of others,
That are too broken,
To decipher.

Like I'm,
Out of breath,
Or something.

I need to,
Slow down,
And rest.

It gets harder,
To move.

I get weaker,
I stumble,
I fall.

I get sicker,
It gets worse,
I feel,
Dead.

I'm in pain.

I can't,
Escape this,
Forsaken place.

I used to,
Be free.

I was,
Much younger,
Much purer.

Now I'm,
Older,
Corrupted.

I guess,
I did,
Change.

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