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A Girl Like Me

Her thoughts are not in her control,
Words don't come to her naturally,
Sadness is something she can't carry with herself for long,
Fear just doesn't want to leave her.


She cries when she is happy,
She cries when is angry,
But, tears don't come to her when her heart stoops with pain.


She loves dancing in the rain,
She fears no scorching sun,
She knows no weather lasts for long,
Yet, today the cool breeze is tearing apart her heart!


Her diary is her best friend,
Her husband is her love,
Her son is her pride,
But, what is it that's missing in her life?

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