The last time I was me, I was young but free.
The last time I was me, I cried in the night, because in my heart I knew. My father was not coming back to life.
The last time I was me I wrote poems that could make a storm subside or make her smile with only love in her eyes.
The last time I was me, I stood in the rain and hope to cross the sea. Because i know someone that is waiting.
For the last time that I become me.
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom, me
Form: Free Verse
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