I remember my past very clearly:
The window where I used to sit,
The sounds of children laughing and screaming,
The feeling of a hurt and lonely me.
I watched them playing with each other.
I've been jealous, i've been on my own.
Why did those kids have something so easily,
Something precious, what I used to wish for?
Trauma of rejection
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