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May 2014
Dear Myself,
I stood atop a hill far from glory,
Wasted away with an everlasting story
I sat and pondered about the meaning of life,
Been through endless pain, anxiety and strife.
I stood atop a hill in my own struggles,
Falling over deeply, in my own puddles.
So I stood atop a hill baffled and afraid,
Of a complicated life I have so beautifully changed.
Shari Forman
Written by
Shari Forman  New York
(New York)   
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