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Braiding her long hair,

Adding a touch of pink to her lips,

Wearing the best of her dress,

Tick-tocking in her heels,

Slinging the bag on the shoulder,

Complimenting a smile on her face,

She steps out.

Only to come back with something missing.

A piece of her heart.

Doing all over it again,

She goes back to search for it,

Or rather search the one who stole it,

Only to find out that he’s moved away,

Where, she doesn’t know.

Looking around in the crowd each day,

She sees someone like him,

Only to find it’s not him.

Yet, she doesn’t give up so soon,

She does it all over and over again,

Losing another piece of heart sometimes,

Losing her smile on other days.


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