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May 7
Everything you've been doing,
has been done in haste;
and so, you've slowed your pace.

Now everyday feels a waste—
but how can you waste a dream
you've yet to chase?

So clean up your space.
Accept what you cannot change.
Take your foot out of the grave—
your path can still be paved,
look yourself in the face,
make space for external grace,
and trust: all will be okay.
Written by
Mira  20/F
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