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A shell of who I used to be
Lately I haven't been feelng well,
Like a crab I've been attempting to hide in a shell.
I am sorry that I don't smile or laugh like before,
In a way I put the old me in a room and locked the door.
I am sorry that instead of hurting myself like I used to,
I've started taking it all out on you.
The old me slowly withered away and I can't bring her back,
If were to try and become her again it would only cause me to backtrack.
I fear that I'll forever remain a shell of the girl that I used to be,
You should'nt stay if what you want is the old me.
Like a crab I've been attempting to hide in a shell.
I am sorry that I don't smile or laugh like before,
In a way I put the old me in a room and locked the door.
I am sorry that instead of hurting myself like I used to,
I've started taking it all out on you.
The old me slowly withered away and I can't bring her back,
If were to try and become her again it would only cause me to backtrack.
I fear that I'll forever remain a shell of the girl that I used to be,
You should'nt stay if what you want is the old me.
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