A lost mind, locked inside cracking with emotion. I've tried living freely, that's simply not me. I can't reinvent myself.

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A lost mind, locked inside cracking with emotion. I've tried living freely, that's simply not me. I can't reinvent myself.
The panic was starting, I didn't recognize myself, I lost all trace of me, that young woman is a ghost.
For the first time in life, the quiet was comforting, and at last the feeling - this is myself.
I am a stranger to myself with mysterious motives, yearning for freedom and danger.
I persuaded myself that he had somehow hypnotized me. I found myself staring at the slight smile on his face.
With this smile of bitterness, I rather give myself away.
I was in a blue streak - until I suddenly found myself.
My ruined face - I see myself withered and spotty, eyes wide in sagging flesh. When did I stop being me?
I resolved myself to the reality of life. Day after day, week after week passed and I found that a change had taken place within me. My spirits rose, eradicating the remains of melancholy.
I see it now, I do not love anybody except myself.