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Jul 2017
To the ones who thought they broke me:

I am a daisy in a field of roses and I could not be happier.
I sway with the wind and the breeze hugs me tight.
I am a bird soaring through the blue sky.
I am rain. I am a hurricane. I am your worst nightmare cloaked as the wildest of your fantasies.
I am a poem.
I am the words that spill out of your mouth and into the air that hovers around you
I am the breath you take as your soul rests.
I am the night and day,
I am the softest touch and the roughest surface
I am a sad song on a cloudy day
I am the ocean, my waves filled with rage
I am the moon, listening to all your fears
I am the sun, giving you light
I am outer space, the stars freckled onto my cheeks
I am the universe, my being,
A mystery;
One you will never reveal
Malak S
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Malak S  22/F/Outer Space
(22/F/Outer Space)   
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