I was me, before your arrival.
I was me plus a bright smile after your approval.
But then the tables turned,
The petals of our pretty rose experienced sunburns..

I was me plus drops of tears, after you left.
I was me, calling you, but you had turned deaf.
You snatched away from my soul a puzzle.
Life had turned into a quest for inspiration and survival..

I was me, until you came.
Now I am me, minus a piece of my soul.
Life sometimes, is truly but a cruel game..

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