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Aug 2019
Your place is in a field of flowers.
Not alone in your tower.
There you could bloom and be happy.
Instead of feeling ******.

It is where you belong.
Now go along and grow.
Your reward for being strong,
I’ll still be here on the morrow.
Written by
Mimi  23/F/Sweden
(23/F/Sweden)   
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