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Spell
Ever since I was a kid,
I used to have a spell.
That spell I had was Happiness,
It wasn't a tale!
I carry it everywhere around.
I even sprinkle them on myself whenever I'm alone.
But one day, when I was ten
I was running, and I fell.
When I fell down, all along with it, fell my spell.
The glass container that held the glossy spell, broke.
It was scattered all over the floor,
And I felt heavier than a rock.
A weird feeling hit me, I've never felt it in my life .
In a second, I knew it was sadness, stabbing me like a knife.
N.H
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
