She will wake up, every morning
With that smile on her face
From those days, you exist
And after that smile
Will come those hot tears
Which realize, every morning,
You don't exist anymore.
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I wrote this poem when I was 15 years old.

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She will
She will wake up, every morning
With that smile on her face
From those days, you exist
And after that smile
Will come those hot tears
Which realize, every morning,
You don't exist anymore.
******
I wrote this poem when I was 15 years old.