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Mar 2020
I miss the crowds of people,
All knowing my name.
I miss the chance I didn't see,
The one I didn't take.

I miss the friends I used to have,
People knowing me.
I miss the blissful life I lived,
For now I'm quite lonely.
I am not sad, nor am I lonely. But sometimes my soul is.
Isabella
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Isabella  19/F/USA
(19/F/USA)   
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   Perry and Reyna
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