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I miss her



I used to know a girl sometime back
She was not beautiful
She was not brave
She was insecure
She was shy
She was not smart
Yet she was different
She held the power to change the world
Even if it was her own world
She looked a world in her own way
She saw love even in the dark places
She felt hope even in all things she touched
She was not resistant to pain
Yet she handled it in her own way
She was her own doctor
She made life worthwhile
And her breathing was not a task
Just a part of life’s process
She wished for greener pastures
Yet was content with what she had
She had faith
And she had life in her eyes
Yet she did not slightest idea
That she will lose it
As life moves on
Yet I miss her

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