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Sep 3
life isn't a poem;
you don't choose to
or start or
pick up where you left.
we do not hold the remote
or the pen
or the rope.
we hold on and we travel
with the wind.
Written by
Oscar  17/Non-binary/England
   Vicki and Darrell Landstrom
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