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Dec 2018
Like clockwork I watch the sun rise, consciously breathing & preparing for whatever awaits. Hours & hours pass. soon darkness creeps. stars begin to dance as the moon starts to speak, the soothing sound of silence floods my thoughts, as I aspire to rest my anxious soul. introspection seeps. so much in life one must comprehend. every route I’ve taken has turned out a dead end. Night to day, day to night, I continue this quest as only the best me I could possibly try to be, in hopes I’ll find my purpose & succeed. Contemplating deep, I wish to seek opportunities in growth & stability. Praying that peace is possible & so is sanity. tick tock, tick tock, times up, here comes the sun. My mind slowly slips & it’s gone. Staying strong, until again, the moon shows his face, smiles & says “everything will be okay” in darkness you’ll come to light, like clockwork, day & night.
Shy Patterson
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Shy Patterson  21/F
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