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Lost in the midst of an autumn breeze
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1999 She tilts her head up towards the autumn breeze,
The leaves are moving with a wind that blows her loose strands of hair upwards - untouched, wild, and free -
the way she used to be.
She closes her eyes and remembers
when she used to belong - safe and happy
Simple, innocent contentment
The leaves keep falling as she remembers,
each one a memory;
Laughter that used to be true
Friendship that used to be real
Acceptness that had no limits
Her eyes open again, slowly
She keeps on walking
Looking with eyes so helpless, so pleading
so scared, as if afraid
Afraid of not belonging.
No, afraid of belonging.
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