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Jan 2017
Lost so much last year
that this one is blank
and for that, I am thankful
Regrets no longer hold my hand
and walk me across the street
for I have learned through my pain
to use my own two feet
here's to a year of resillience
of thought and humility,
brilliance.


What will you do?
Written by
J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
(22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast)   
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