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Self love


She got up with silence of head
Like it was her biggest fears

Walking in crowd
Walking along the with buzz of thoughts
Walking in the heavy rains
Walking along the shore when it's wild
What was often she opted

The nightmare's came to her
As silent nights
Gossiping leaves in the absence of the wind
Strolling on the lonely roads
Adoring the coffee cup and the sunset alone

She wasn't sick of loneliness
May be she wasn't fed for self love

Self-love is often hard in gang
Is often discovered along the bay when the world is fast asleep
But easy if eyes like adoring the beings and the world
Rather than standing admist them
Sometimes growing out of fear of acceptanc
Sometimes budding through shyness

And the worst out of heart break

But then self-love is most important of all the love
So let it cost you a penny or a heart 
Just grab it to live the last breathe rocking on the chair
When your better half is high up there adoring you from their
Awaiting the brightest smile from you to pass the night

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