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Jul 2020
It’s dark and slow sometimes.
But now the light is not longed.
Comfort is found in the dark,
now things look beautiful.
Things which were not seen because you were too afraid to see them before.
The light comes in sometimes.
But now you don’t dwell on it.
You let it go when it has to.
Because letting it go is not scary anymore,
instead you embrace it well.
Written by
Ethel silas  20/F
(20/F)   
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   Elizabeth and Imran Islam
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