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June 5, 2014
Whilst dusting the corners of her mind,
amongst the debris lost with time,
she came across an abandoned wish;
a forgotten plea, based on pure anguish.
And how she thanked the powers that be,
who crushed that dream, never meant to be.
So ill thought out when straws were clutched,
and the edge of insanity, almost touched.
For in the intervening years between,
grew a life well lived, from a shattered dream,
and countless blessings and guidance shown
towards a path of happiness she now did own.
And the longing yearned for, it was clear to see
would have been the certain death of she.
And oh the mess, had it come of age;
that wish never granted, by a wiser sage.
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