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Jun 2020
Some People
are in a deep sleep
saying this
is fake. It’s not up to me
to wake them.

Some people
won't face the road ahead. They
can't pace themselves. They
stand still. It’s not up to me
to move them.

Some people
can not see from their
past. You can't reach
them. It’s not up to me
to teach them.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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