Lost💔
in the bright afternoon sun she treads down the path dejectedly,slowly beads of sweat cascading her whole existence, smoothly in a sweet yet painful hum she wonders,"did it have to come out this way no job, no home, no nothing,my mind might be going astray where is your comfort mum???" she is drowning in her sorrows,evident in her face looking up at the shining sun,she tries to increase her pace A new light shines in her eyes.....
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