I look into the reflection of what I once was,
Strong and Bold.
I used to know perfection.
But all that is gone.
For now I am wrong, and everything that I used to be is old.
How shall I return to what I once was?
I would burn my bad ways in seconds, if I had an oppertunity to.
And start from the beginning,
all over again.
For now, all that is in the past.
It is my turn to remember what perfection was once again.
I shall try my best.
To stay vulgar free and sweet to even my enemy.
And my memorys are the only things that will last.
They shall be the only thing that will hold me back.

 
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