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Feb 2021
Rolled the dice, planted the seed
Watered it with the tears of need
Wished on a miracle each day
But in end who's to say?
What will wither and what will stay?

Rolled the dice, stretched my palms
Said my prayers and gave 'em alms
Plucked some flowers on the way, didn't know it was wrong
Sometimes, devilishly sang out of tune to the gods' song
But can the beauty of stolen petals, be replenished by the shrubs I plant on the way?
Who's to say?

Rolled the dice, ran the race
Did some things just to save face
Cried heavy tears and ruined the facade anyway
Probably should've turned the other way
Had the last laugh on quite a few merry nights
Tried to be the one to set things right
Did I do more harm, who's to say?
But I did try to swim across the ocean, I'd say
Did I cross it? Who's to say?
Written by
Grace silverwood  20/F
(20/F)   
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   rocky makesroom
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