Slowly.. Slowly..


I used to wake up with a smile,
Every day was beautiful.
I was 10.

But slowly.. Slowly..
I let people drain away my smile.
Slowly.. Slowly..
I woke up annoyed,

I forgot how to smile.

But now I'm standing on my own two feet,
Slowly.. Slowly..
I'm seeing the beauty in myself,
In my art,
In my life.

And slowly.. Slowly..

I'm learning to smile again. 


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