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ORPHAN She brushes away a blowing strand of hair Like she would Her loneliness
She tidies up her room by herself Like her mom would Unconditionally
She makes out her bank statements Like her dad would At the end of each month
She comes home to the TV Like she would To a loving family
She fills up her schedule with jobs Like she would Her emptiness
She looks in the mirror at night Like staring into the eyes Of an orphaned soul. ~Aekta~
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