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As I glance through the photos, those images,
That I have kept secure in my dairy’s pages.
I point to an image and exclaim “That’s me!!”,
An image which shows what I used to be.
A captured image, the moment of joys,
A point in the past when I had a choice.
Innocence of face and equally of heart,
That innocence in itself was a work of art.
That happiness, that joy, that freedom of mind,
And many more things I’ve left behind.
And surrounding me were genuine smile,
No knowledge of etiquettes, no care for style.
But now the person in the mirror is no longer me,
I look for my footsteps that have been washed away by the sea.
A feeling as if I’ve lost a part of me in the dark alleys I came from,
A feeling of hatred against the person I’ve become.
I search for myself in the ruins of the past,
In the shadows of images that won’t ever last.