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Nov 2014
Mountains stood as they always did
She felt small amidst them as she always
Cool dry mountain breeze swiftly lifted her hair and then let it down again
Things were normal
But inside she didn't know
Her eyes still hurt from the crying
Her hurt still ached
And she knew she had failed
She never got over him nor will she ever
afza ali
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afza ali  Eretz
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