Before

Before

loneliness was the destiny,

Before

future was the mystery, 

Before

I questioned myself,

Before, 

why am I not like them?

Turns out there is no different

unique is what I say now

I might hate, scream, and want 

to destroy

Before I knew there was someone

Unique  but the same

feeling like a missing part of my soul

fitting perfectly where I belong

Before I met you the world was mad

After

is what now I'm looking at.

This poem is about: 
Me

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