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"Me"


I miss the younger version of me


The me who only want is to play outside with her friends

And cry when her parents said "No."


The me who only hates sleeping in the afternoon

The me who only need candies and toys to be happy


The me who believes in fairy tales

The me who believes in magic


The me who believes that she will eventually meet her Prince Charming

And will also have her happy ending


The me who believes in Santa Claus

The me who believes she's nice enough to receive gifts from him


The me who only want is to be Barbie and other Princesses and not anybody else

The me who believes she's as beautiful as they are


The me who's only afraid in the monsters lurking underneath the bed or ghost hiding in the dark corners of her room

And believes that her blanket is the only shield that will save her from them


The me who only get hurt by a small scratch  on her knee

The me who believes that a band-aid is enough to ease the pain


The me who doesn't get embarrass when she speak or sing her favorite song

The me who's not afraid in other people's attention or naysayers' opinions


The me who's too innocent

The me who's too young for this world's 'reality'


The me who don't know falling in love and heartaches

The me who have no idea about 'letting go' and 'moving on'


The me who never thought that her dreams are beyond her reach

The me who will never give up until she get what she want


The me who never been stabbed on her back

The me who never had fake friends


The me who doesn't yet mastered the 'smiling even if you're hurting'

And 'I'm not' behind every 'I'm okay' 


The me who don't care about anyone's approval

The me who never see every action she made as an issue


The me who is carefree and never overthink things

The me who never let her insecurities eat her alive


The me who never sees life the way it truly is

The me who never see it unfair


The me who's not afraid to show who she really is

The me who never been defined by her mistakes


The me who never doubted her own beauty and capabilities

And the me who never questioned her worth


I really miss the younger version of me

When she's still very raw and her mind's at peace


When she don't have to be the best version of herself, not yet at least

When she, being 'disaster' is not yet a big deal


When she still have no habit of disappointing people

When her inner-self hasn't yet destructed by her inferiority complex


When everything is still all about 'self-love' and not 'self-pity'

When she doesn't have to be her own Knight-in-shining-armor


If only I could, I've already went back in those times 

And will never come back...