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Feb 2020
I was loved
When I was young and free

I was loved
When my hair caught the breeze

I was loved
When the willows would sing for me

Then
        
            it

                    stopped.

I am not loved
Because I love myself

I am not loved
Because their hair doesn't catch the breeze

I am not loved
Because the willows only sing for me.

I am hated for
my differences.
Written by
Prashasti Aryal
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