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He saw a poison ivy on the cold snow clad path, veiled by the mysterious night– A taboo; an aberrant. I saw hope and growth Where life survived Between good and bad; Between right and wrong, Even when all seemed Monotonous.

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1DNA

15 / F

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1DNA

15 / F

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2d ago

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1m

Notes: Emotion follows perception, not the situation.
Tags: #perspectives

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