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Losses



When the rug was pulled from under her foot

When she fell flat on her face

She lost her perfect face to the scars

She gained a drive to perfect her mind

Her losses are what made her

When her world turned quiet

And she found no music around

She lost the rhythm she was swaying on

She started creating her own tunes

Her losses are what made her


When the room turned empty

And her shadow walked out the door

She found no one to laugh or cry with

She learnt to laugh and cry for herself

Her losses are what made her


When she looked down at the the edge of the ledge

And saw only darkness below

She couldn't find her way forward

She lit a flame within her and enjoyed the height

Her losses are what made her

- ©Haem Roy

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