Change

How change comes to me.

Change, is confusing. You feel the exitement at first. Your heart so happy that you might just burst, but as the change settles it begins to feel strange. Change makes you feel deluded and deranged. After that passes you miss all the old, you begin to feel meek and are no longer bold. It makes you feel scared, you want to go back but you can't you're stuck like a stubborn old tack. But it all goes away, it comes to an end and you go back to  change as an old forgotten friend.

The End

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