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I knew it was my last day there,
My hearth and home that
I was leaving behind,
Glistening eyes,
mirroring my heart,
Drenching my soul in
grief sublime.
Glimpses of a life less
lived,
Belaboring the veneer
that I hid beneath,
Exposing the despicable
being I was,
Filling me with melancholy
and regret.
The wheels turned and all was gone,
That last day perishing like
I had,
What meaning could it
hold anymore?
Those tears that could
not be shed in time.
Take me back,
Turn the clock behind,
Let me live again,
And it would be right this
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Linking back to Sugandha's prompt on write tribe for 100 words on a Saturday-7
