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Jul 2020
Ruined and worn,
Strangled with wild vines,
Yet still standing,
With hanged pictures on the walls,
Of old and new,
And a place,
For growth of life.

We valid,
Even as we age,
Through the endless pain,
We are still standing.
So worry not of your woes,
They teach you of lessons of life,
So you will grow well, my friend,
And you will learn,
How to love yourself more.
Goddess Rue
Written by
Goddess Rue  20/F/Malaysia
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