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Oct 2019
It is not jealousy I feel.
It is not anger,
nor is it sadness.
I feel missing.
I feel as if a part of me,
which should be with you,
is gone.
I do not have it.
You do not have it.
It is just simply not there.
It is the part of me which should be present in your present.
It is the part of me that we spoke of
when we talked about the future.
It is the part me that was lost
as our two souls drifted apart
morphing from best friends,
to strangers.
I see you move through phases of life
on the feeds of others who are in your present,
and it is in these moment
that I pray for serenity.
I pray for acceptance.
I pray for the strength to move on,
so that I may live my present
from the present,
with complete presence.
Not live in the present,
wishing it to be what we thought it would be
before we drifted,
morphing from best friends to strangers.
Written by
Lauren  18/F/IN
(18/F/IN)   
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