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Sep 2016
Yet again, you are not tangible.
I can't hold your hand.
Just a face on the screen.
Yet again, I will have to wait,
To see you,
To feel your presence.
Nothing can calm me down,
Nobody can console me this time,
I try to hold back my tears,
As they force themselves out of my eyes
And down my cheeks;
A flood of emotions
That I try to conceal beneath my skin.
Yet again,
*With each drop that rolls
There goes my strength.
A piece I wrote a long time ago.
another one for my sister. After all, family is all we have got.
Written by
R Arora  21/F
(21/F)   
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