Underneath all this normalcy,
All the smiles and seemingly hard exterior
Are the memories, longings and deep sense of loss
That still lingers and flows,
That occasionally surfaces through dreams like I just had,
That occasionally rears through images of sobbing, of a boy lying in bed and reaching out his hands to touch the imaginary face of his long lost mother.
All the smiles and seemingly hard exterior
Are the memories, longings and deep sense of loss
That still lingers and flows,
That occasionally surfaces through dreams like I just had,
That occasionally rears through images of sobbing, of a boy lying in bed and reaching out his hands to touch the imaginary face of his long lost mother.
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