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On my way home

 

I met a girl called Perseverance,

Her skin is tattooed with scars.

Eyes Wide filled with relief.

Relaxed,She shares her words of wisdom

After a long war against her doubts.

 

I met a boy called Peace

His skin is as soft as clouds.

His hair is as smooth as a retriever’s fur that’s just been washed.

He spoke in a soft tone and told me my future is bright. 

He walked off into the mist.

 

I met a woman called Depressed,

She had cuts all over her and her clothes were as black as the night sky.

As she sat down and sobed

Rain dripped down her coat.

She silently stared as the sun rose

 

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