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Monday, May 27, 2019

Lost

Someone told her that she won't sublime.
She is lost,
trying to get found in an ocean of people.
She just want to be notice by all.
She cut her hair and changed herself completely.

She is lost,
she just want to express herself freely.

Now it's too late,
she killed herself secretly.
And then when she died,
no one cared even if she ended her life without glee.
Zhyne Bernal
Topic(s) of this poem: lost,sad
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