Ten thousand, nine hundred fifty
The days she spent on earth
In a world of unknown worth
A path of life unfolds
Blindfolded she strolls
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She saw and concurred
Walked a mile and prospered
In a life of imperfection,
Soft patches over crater depression,
She journeyed, thirty years, along existence
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Bliss, a summer’s eve
Torment, a shattered dream
If walls could speak
It would tell the trails of deceit
Beneath an eagle’s wings
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She lived, she lost
But most of all she loved
Herself to know she’s enough
On a road that’s sometimes rough
She remained true to herself
Ten thousand, nine hundred and fifty days on mother earth
Love the image and episodic write. Life is pretty much that!💕☕️☕️
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Thank you.❤
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💕☕️☕️
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