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Not Myself

Don’t know what happened
Woke up one day
Not myself

Didn’t take a different form
Still my body
Just not me

Inside I felt all wrong
Didn’t talk or act
Normally

Realized I missed you
You made me hollow
Deep inside

I wasn’t worried or scared
You’re still my friend
In my heart

But I didn’t smile
Or enjoy life
Without you

I wish you’d come back
Make it all right
Don’t know when

So I can feel happiness
Experience joy
Have peace again

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Author:

Elsha Hawk is a center-brained, imaginative, pragmatist who errs on the side of optimism. She is a writer, mom, teacher, wife, and go-getter. She has dabbled in ebooks, researched marketing and promotion of herself, joined social media, and written both solo and with a co-author Eddie-Joe Young. She won the short story contest, "Write to Win", in Writer's Journal and was published in the Nov/Dec 2009 issue. She also published a short story in Eclectic Flash in the April 2010 issue.

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