achroous

twenty seven

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i miss so many things.

i miss the warmth of a hug,

as well as the heartbeat i feel

when someone compliments me.

i miss the curl of my lips when i'm happy.

i miss having friends,

or family dinners.

i miss how people looked after me,

when i was a baby and needed a sincere care.

i miss not being in love , not tasting pain coming along with it.

i would have missed, maybe, if i knew what the colors are.

most of all, i miss being myself.

myself before the world shaped me according to itself

and turned me upside down.

myself without you.

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THE END

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