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Sep 2018
Your past is a staircase
Helping you climb
At your own pace
To a new and exciting place

Do not let the scrapes and bruises
From falls along the way
Slow you down
Or make you turn around

Do not be concerned
By purple marks and busted knees
Because with every bruise you earned
You nonetheless learned
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Kay  26/F
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