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Jul 2017
I'm happy when I play my keyboard
There is so much that I love
I'm happy when I see you smile
You're the most beautiful boy
I'm happy when I score good marks
My father will be proud
But sometimes I am sad
In those moments
I always come back to you
My dear paper and pen
My poetry is my escape
When I can't breathe and have no one around to hold my hand
I hold my pen
Akhila
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Akhila  Neverland
(Neverland)   
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