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Dec 2020
To dwell on laments,
Which corrupt the mind,
Ingest the soul,
And effectuate aperture to the heart?

Laments that only breed,
lividity,
Anxiety,
Even trepidation?

Initiating self-condemnation,
While free holding probability to Rise beyond
                                                          ­   Move past
                                                            ­ And letting go?
HOPE
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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