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Miss

  • Writer: Shafaq Hamid
    Shafaq Hamid
  • Oct 6, 2022
  • 1 min read

A situation with the familiar unfamiliarity,

my empathy is now rid of its identity,

the truth stands as the horror of this world,

you brush past me as I brush past you,

leaving you in a state of blue

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