By each passing day I feel more and more like my old own self
Once again I see beauty in people and places
Once again I enjoy descriptive writings
In old days I used to think that the old me was not good
enough
That she needs to change some how
But when I lost her, like anything else that gets lost I
started to see what a darling she was
The bitterness of the years that went by did made me wiser
But feels great to be the old me again
Much older
Much wiser
But the same beauty seeker
I think each day that goes by little by little I fade away from the person I used to be and nothing can evoke old me within my soul. Good for you then I am starting to forget how does it feel to be confident and not diffident buried in you thoughts.
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