•Sometimes I want to go back,
And fall like rain,
On all those fires,
Which burnt me again and again.

Other times I want to sit back,
And watch it like a slide show,
How my flowers died,
At the times they promised to grow.

But mostly, I want to be once again,
The person I was that time,
Happier and fuller,
Without forgery for a smile.

And of course I'm happy now too,
But there's so much I've seen,
That now want to talk to my lost parts,
And ask how they've been. •

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12:30 a.m.