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May 3
Her feet grew into the ground
She could not go up or down
Putting her foot in front of the other
Became a task she didn't think was possible
So she stayed in place
Waiting
But not knowing what for

She did not think it was for a person
For no one knew where she was
It could not possibly be to rest
Because she had slept for ages
Nor was it for motivation
There was plenty of that

She was stuck to the world
And did know how she could turn herself around
Life is like a box of chocolate
Sometimes there are none left
Persephone
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Persephone  23/F/Minnesota
(23/F/Minnesota)   
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