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Feb 2017
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I often have a detrimental thought
of my existence
my purpose on earth.
It took my energy
and my glow.
It made me fade from yellow
to grey; sadness
Because I couldn't join the puzzle.
To produce a new life?
but I'm not pretty
To be a healer?
but I'm not smart.
It remain a mystery to me.
Cara May
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Cara May
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