There was a period
When my every action
was admired
There was a period
When my voice
was magic
There was a period
When my smile
was sweet
There was a period
When my touch
was intimate
There was a period
When my irritation
was noticed
There was a time
When my teasing
was funny
There was a time
When my silence
was peace
Where have my dreams gone?
Why did all of this change?
What exactly can be done?
Who is responsible for it?
When did this happen?
Whom should I ask?
How can I change?
The story is bold
and for true gold
It should be told

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