Hope flowing like a rivier,
Their stories will make you quiver.
What can anyone do in the end,
As the willows sway and bend.
Criss cross friendships stabbed in the back,
Few tryto stay on track.
When the dark comes to last,
The secrets dwell in a cast of flies.
In the heart of a deep forest,
You will find a bog of no rest.
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