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WITH FAKE CLOUDS
Thinking of past,
Of those that didn't last.
I can only feel pain,
There is nothing to gain.
Now that I think about it,
There wasn't a place for me to fit.
Surrounded by many classmates,
But still not a single drop of faith.
Moving around,
With a bit of sound.
Laughing aloud,
With fake clouds.
There was no trust,
Only fight for first.
They got what was needed the most,
But betrayal was the cost.
© komal