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From the distance,
I see a little girl,
Who looked eactly like me in a way,
Of a loner,
Sitting there crying miserably.
And I knew that was me,
The me in the past,
The one who gave up,
On everything,
Because I knew,
I wanted to be alone.

In the past,
I was a cold hearted girl,
Who know one loved and liked,
But now,
I've changed little by little.

The past is the past,
And now,
I begin to see the dark lighten up,
From the other side.

A guy who stood there,
Smiled and gave me his hand,
And from looking into his eyes,
I knew it was gonna be okay,
So I took a chance and tried my hardest,
To change,
But will it happen?
Or will I have to live back into the past?