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Mar 29
Dont Fret.

To fret is to suppress.
And what's suppressed.

Must be expressed.

Is the sun not shining?
If not so, will it soon?

If not soon,
Is it else where?

Can you still see the moon?

Is the weather not nice?
If so.

Could you still walk Outside?

You let out a sigh.
Water seeps out your eyes.

The wind feels unpleasant
But still.

Will you survive?

THRIVE.
Written by
Nicholas  21/M
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     rick, Sarayu and Sean Briere
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