Lost and Found

Slowly I'm finding myself

Wish I were more confident in myself

But why am I so afraid?

Hopefully, all this doubt will fade.

I am just shattered and rotten.

The old me, the mind full of beauty, is forgotten.

I just wonder and I dreamed, 

What happened to that clueless girl who once believed?

She tried to change, but now she's lost

But I will find myself again at any cost.

 

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