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Apr 2018
a selfish thing it is,
to cry over the loss of someone we love.
we want them here,
when where they are there.
we want them here,
just for our happiness.
we want them here,
just because they are the reason for our smile.

all i know to say is,
we must learn to create our own happiness.
for when our happiness relies on others,
it comes and goes like the wind.
Estella
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Estella  16/F
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   Kayla Flanders
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