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Mar 2020
A cold breeze caresses my skin
Gentle, yet sharp at the touch,
My cheeks flush at sight
I gasp rushing my arms around my waist
Memories flood my mind
A smile creeps on my face
There I am, phone at hand just typing away
“Where did that girl go?”, I wonder
The feeling of nostalgia takes over
Only that this time, it’s for the worst
Tears stream slowly as if time decided to torture me once again
This pain will never go away
Regain your strength beautiful,
I whisper to myself over and over again
I need to get back, or I’ll be gone forever
Wipe away those tears
Blink them away if you must
I’m up ready to face the world but first,
Let me plaster a fake smile
That’s what I do best
For I am a master at this
hope it’s good enough
Tori Alva
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