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ME 5/2/2012 What happened to who I used to be? Fun loving, positive and care free. Always responsible, get the job done. Now I feel stripped of me, who have I become? Sometimes a prisoner of the choices I’ve made, Wanting to break free from all the rules that are laid. Slowly becoming someone I don’t even know, remnants of the old me smothered with no room to grow. Grasping at threads of a past life of hope Watching the year’s wiz by learning simply to cope. It seemed like I had an eternity to make my dreams come true But middle age has crept upon me my remaining dreams are few. I should feel gratitude for all the blessings in my life I have my health; I’m a mother and even a wife. Instead I’m filled with guilt for the sadness I’m feeling And yearn for something more so my soul will start healing. Deep down inside a piece of that old me remains And yearns for the time to break free from its chains. By: Heidi A. Graves
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