It was a bright summer morning and yet I felt cold,
I was still young and yet my soul felt decayed and old.
There were people around me, but I was alone,
I had acquired wings but had never flown.
People said honesty is everything and yet they would lie,
I was standing there with a beating heart, but had a  spirit that wished to die.
And still, after years, the girl so broken and torn,
Lived in her tragedy with no one to call her own.
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Hello to my readers !
I have an interesting news to give.
This is the 100th part of Limerence and I feel overwhelmed.
I can't thank you all enough for your tremendous amount of support for which I am indebted.
Limerence is coming to an end. Yes. This was, indeed, the last poem for this book.
However poems reside in my heart and I simply can't stop writing them.
And so I am starting a new poetry book called 'Lacuna' . I don't want one book to be too long, so I decided to publish another poetry book.
I hope all of you will read that book and spare them your precious time.

Always thankful,
Felicity Cameron.
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