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Feb 2019
i miss you, my life,
my love, my inspiration
i miss how easy it was
for me to stay happy in elation

i miss being alone
and not caring what people think
i miss the way i write
and all the smiles my words would bring

i miss that life of no worries
where laughter defined the world
where i could be myself and no other
never minding the hurt

i miss the future that should’ve been mine
if things hadn’t turned out this way
i miss the way the trees used to dance
before all the leaves flew away.
Written by
ruqayyah  19/F
(19/F)   
207
   Khoisan
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