Felt filled, but it was not the food.
All the feelings I handed,
Ended up in the garbage chute.
I think I crossed the line,
How blind can I be?
She was the star to shine,
In your darkened sky.
She must have a really good friend.
To keep you far above me,
Now I remember, she was my bestie.
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Mishthi Shukla is a 15 years old Student.
“I write poems to escape the world, I dream to heal people.”