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Aug 2020
In a direction facing 
the lights and sun
I look out the window often
and admire 
what I’ve won

I’ve won the 
to exist where 
I only had dreamed 
to be a figment of real life
than pigment on the screen

the sky is not clear
but not completely 
crowded with grays
I could look out 
day and night 
every step 
in a gaze 

I feel a handshake 
from this place 
I’ve been living 
it senses I belong here
and it reassures me 
that I’m winning.
Written by
Jewel  20/F
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