My life has become various shades of grey. I wish my mouth would close the way my bedroom door slams shut when I leave to go to class. I wish my speech would cease the way a symphony's music ceases at the motion of a conductor's hand.
I wish I could back to how I used to be.
I don't like who I am anymore...
I wish I could go back.
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