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Apr 2013
The sky blends with colours white and blue
And my hands clench at the thought of missing you,
The dew-covered grass brushes lightly against my skin
Maybe I can lose to the sun and the sun can win
All my emotions trapped in my head
It fills me with even more dread

Maybe the sky will be again blue
When it is not thinking of missing you
Sadness is a weird thing.
Shylah S
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Shylah S  23/F/Canada
(23/F/Canada)   
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