Morning Dew went through my hair,
The cold wind touched my face,
I went back to the place where I had so much memories,
And it all ached my heart so much more,
The times I cried under my blanket,
The times I cried in the washroom,
The times I pretended everything is fine,
And this is me,
Celebrating that time,
Smiling through the pain.
~SRUTHAKIRTI M
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