I wrote this poem about a year ago, but I’d let it out now.
Why do I miss that,
When I did not belong there,
Why do I not forget that,
When I did not exist there.
Wait for the lasting happiness,
Never seemed to end,
And time with the gloominess,
Did not let me be dead.
When I finally tried to move on,
From the slumber of my grief,
No one appreciated the move to go alone,
When I walked alone on that leaf.
Life did not go the way I wanted;
I left the path I had been granted.
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