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Busy

I stare at the photos for a while
looking back at the memories of me as a child.
My smiling face; my laughing face.
So desperate to uncover a trace
Of that girl in me, now

I bow
to the feelings that swamp me
they desert me then crush me.
Not fair.
I don’t care.
Do I? ...

Because they can quell my heart
I start
to doubt my ability.
To lose all tranquility.
They mess with my mind
And I cannot find

Peace. That blessed word.
Quite absurd
Because we are all busy.
And we lose all the clarity
That we had before
Before this war
Before...

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