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Yesterday I met a girl,
I saw her crying,
She wanted to live,
When I saw her dying.I wanted to help her,
So I tried giving her hope,
I kept comforting her,
But she never spoke.She sat quietly,
Silently and in tears,
Maybe she wanted to speak,
But she kept silent all those years.I tried comforting her,
I held her hand,
Her pain was something,
I wish I could understand.She went a few minutes later,
I saw her going from afar,
I wanted to meet her again,
To know more about her scar.
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In the mean time [ A Poetry Collection ] #wattys2019
PoesiaThe book contains the type of literature that conveys a thought, describes a scene or tells a story in a concentrated, lyrical arrangement of words to communicate with your inner world.