I have changed. I have transfigured, actually, but in a bad way. I may seem gentle to people at present, but I was far more kind and polite in the past. Change is inevitable, I know that. But the change which I find in myself is weird. I was a silent boy who was far away from any form of nuisance. I was the first one to lend a helping hand. I used to talk less, talk sense. Now I speak unnecessarily. Now, I have become selfish. I think before helping anyone, a thing which lacked in me before. This change is an imperil for me. It is destroying me from inside. I want to change again, be like what I was a few years back, but I'm bewildered whether I will be able to regain my tenderness, my sweetness. People think I am a very good person. If they really mean that, then of this I am sure: I was the best of me in the past and I want to relieve like that now. I miss those days when everyone around me seemed to be nice, everything seemed to be fine. ...
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