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Nov 2021
Many roads to choose from,
it feels like a prison.

The old road looks good now,
no one else to battle,
just me, alone
being my own clown.

This prison seems lonely,
with non-starters yelling on busy paths
" Follow your own way! ",
hauling me to their own stay..
Written by
Anvi  19/F
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     Aishu, Sarah Spencer, --- and ---
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