What do you see?

What do you want me to say?
Tell me about myself.
It’s overwhelming,
isn’t it?

Do you remember when I was tender?
Just a kid with a lot of dreams
There is an image inside your heart,
of someone who no longer exists.

Every time that you see me you smile as if I’m getting better.
What do you see?

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