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Jan 2019
maybe one day
our winding paths will cross
in one open patch of green grass,
and we’ll stay there,
away from the chaos;
and the people who tell us
what to do
and who to be,
they’ll all be lost in the woods.
Written by
olivia anne  17/F
(17/F)   
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   olivia anne
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