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Jan 2021
In the now, I feel defeated.
Yet, I find myself searching for a landing place.
That’s hope, alive.
I will have a place to call home when this season has passed.
I will have control over my own life.
I will have my bead store.
I will have my writing.
I will have my life back.
I will be free.
Written by
Coco Densmore  57/Cisgender Female/Centralia, Washington
(57/Cisgender Female/Centralia, Washington)   
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