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Mar 31
i peel the            of string cheese,
                  h   p
                    o   e

take the strands of good spirits
a p a r t until there is none left.

                               i can't change the world for
                               how it is, but pessimism
                               befriends me once again.
              
                 ... then more stringed cheese
                 of hope comes soaring across
                 my sky of uncertainty.



Melody
3/31/19
There will always be thorns of uncertainty in this rose bouquet of life. Hope is like stringed cheese that's taken apart until you have to start over again.
Written by
Osiria Melody  18/F/California, USA
(18/F/California, USA)   
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