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Jazz Lily

I had my face hidden on my hands as I sat on the tree stump, with my back on the oak tree’s bark. I was dressed fully in black. My overcoat fell down, below my back. My black jean’s hem was soiled with the red sand as I had run swiftly on the sand. Then I heard soft footsteps, crunching the dead leaves. I pushed my face into my hands more stiffly.  She placed her hand on my shoulder. I looked up. The mascara on my eyes was running down on my cheek. ‘Don’t. Just don’t weep over what is lost. She chose her fate…and you’ll choose yours. Not like hers, I hope.’ I tried to say something, but my words were lost as I tripped over them. My voice quivered. I couldn’t say anything, so I nodded. She led me and I followed her out of the oak forest…

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A Capricorn, December born, love writing poems and stories. Music, Art, and Chocolates are important elements of my daily life. While I am crucially deciding on what new to write, I spend my time with my best friends who are competing for the post of Most Craziest, yet the Best and Awesome Best Friend. The aim is to change the world into a better place to live in and the motto is to "be the change."

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