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May 2017
Those four red lines
do not represent any journey
we have had
or will.
I am not climbing
your ladder of
hurt and
self loathing.
The compass you used
will take us in a new direction
of red sands
and deserts.
Let that be your guide
and do not dig that
needleΒ in again unless
it's to pinpoint our travels.
For my daughter x
Joy Ceye
Written by
Joy Ceye  50/F/South of England
(50/F/South of England)   
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   ---, --- and Ryan Holden
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