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One day

One day I was happy
One day I was free
One day I truely knew myself
I liked being me

Then one day it happened
Right before my eyes
But by now it has blinded me
I'm believing my own lies

In a blur "friends" are gone
Wanting turns to need
Leaving just the 'habit' left
A habit I must feed

One day some years later
Happiness is a line
Freedom long gone in the past
My life no longer mine

One day I look into my mirror
What do you think I see ?
I don't recognise or like her
How can that be me ?




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