And there she stood,
At the verge of breaking down,
Her playful charade crumbles ever so slowly,
The smile that lingers on her face waver,
As the crowd disperse around her,
This tiny figure disappeared amongst them,
She stared at her tiny feet,
Wondering when her past
Would stop chasing her,
And ever so silently,
A tear slid down her face,
Quietly,she weeps for the
Nostalgia that clung to her soul.
How nostalgic...
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