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Sep 2016
i tell you: this day is clean.
this day, the fear does not claim me,
and i take it with both hands and let nothing control me.
it does not rain, it does not storm,
it does not burn, it does not scorch.
instead, the sun rises kindly
and the wind kisses this home of mine
and the clouds give me space to breathe.
i tell you, i tell you:
my heart still beats.
and are we not lucky to be alive.
Jules
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Jules  17/F/PH
(17/F/PH)   
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   winter sakuras, --- and Sofia
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