Day turns to night and I’m now alone,
Lost the fight now I’m a no one,
Just wanted to be happy,
But you could not hear me.
Sad disposition,
Now that you’re gone,
Falling tears,
And fears.
Dawn.
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Fiona Nneka
Forever residing on the misty line between dream and reality.
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A nice meaning.