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An introspective poem on what the real self is.
How was it that it was so well hidden
Was it the boldness of the red on my lips
Was it the habitual smile
Was it the shallowness of my lively care
Was it all of this that hid
Hid the coward in me
Hid the little girl in me
Hid the tiny hands that longed for a reassuring touch
Hid the tiny flicker that could become a raging fire
Hid the tiny flicker that could light other darkened lives
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A story teller, a listener and an eager learner. I believe that the world is
My Child, No Matter Where I Am, You And I Are Linked Together, Forever…
When I Realised That The Festivities I Cribbed About Were About Celebration & Family
Dear Mom, I Wish You Could Love Me For Myself, And Not Judge Me All The Time
The Ugly Duckling [#ShortStory]
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