i used to be nice and kind
i used to be cute and fun
i used to have friends
i used to have men at my feet.
when she died
it all went dead
i changed
i turned as cold as ice.
im afraid of what i can do.
so i write and write to keep calm
i cant talk about how i feel
only to him i can
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