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Our Last Little Sweet Hug. As fast as the wind that blew the strands of my hair every morning. As we walk past the stores lining up in the street. Trying to catch the next tricycle. To get into the van. And finally to the train. With the sea of grumbling commuters every single day. Until the day you left. We are just two strangers discussing our dreams. Over a cup of coffee.
Let me tell you a story. I even told a friend not to look at me because I am so ugly. Could you imagine how low my confidence was? I know. Learning to embrace who you are.
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Each morning I dry my pillows in the sun. If only the moon and the stars can dry my tears,. No longer will I dry my pillows in the sun. If only the moon and the stars can make my heart alive,. No longer will I cave in the darkness of night. If only the moon and the stars can make me numb,. No longer will I hide in the bushes of love.
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