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By changing places, I changed.
  My place is nowhere, 
But I like to think I haven't found
 The right bed to rest my feet.

 Exchanging a few words with new people,
 Trying a new aroma of coffee,
 Changing my favorite scent,
 I need to meet the rest of myself.

  Too many changes have changed me,
 I have not found anything wrong with me, 
But I let everyone speak bad about myself.

I changed many places,
 I saw many beautiful faces. 
 Me, in that corner;  
I didn't see myself in the mirror,
 I didn't even notice my beauty
 'Cause I left them first.
©roxana91