I used to be kind
Now I am kind of crude.
I used to be excited about life
Now I am waiting for my exit.
I used to be accepting
Now I am excepting.
I used to believe
Now I grieve.
I used to know that all would be well
Now I just, well, you know.
I used to be filled with hope
Now I hope to be filled with hope.
I used to be.
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