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Where is that inquisitive soul?
So free and wild.
Where is the one that smiled,
And laughed without a care.
Show me the shade,
Of who I once was.
The part imprisoned,
By walls of limitation.
Where is the generous soul?
Who gave more than what money ever could.
Where might be the one,
Who rolled in meadows of joy and relished the rain.
Oh what will it take to bring that soul back?
To break those walls and flood her life with sunshine once more.
When will she emerge,
From the cocoon she's spun and soar like the butterfly she is.
Perhaps what they don't see,
Or fail to comprehend.
Is that the soul they praise now,
Has been long since locked away.
Behind unbreakable walls,
Surrounded by corpses of rotting dreams.
It's time they've realised,
The me I was is never coming back.
- Copyrighted by A. Y. Eirlys
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